The suppressed voice didn't dare lash out. The world was getting blurrier, adding to it, the double vision. Is the sky falling down? Why does it feel like the ground is about to cave in? There are people staring but nobody seemed to care. I couldn't feel my arms anymore; my legs gave up on … Continue reading Back to life.
Spent my life complaining About darkness and cold It's all mine, the blame And conscience that I lack When I shut the windows Locked the doors And painted them black