Overcast
The rain won’t cease,
as the bleeding enchantments of anguish overwhelm me.
Pushing me to the edge of fury and gloominess.
The ‘WORK’ is allotted to me with sugarcoat lies,
in my melancholic head,
LSDed sunset beach, gleaming its turquoise flame, uprushing its sanguineous waves,
burns out my last ecstasy.
Revitalizing
Could there be a way out of the dark?
Am I groping the void?
Or revitalization it’s just a fantasy of nonexistent bright?
Normality settles down over me
IM NOT BORED OR UNHAPPY, IM STILL SO STRANGE AND WILD.
