A blank stare,
and disrepair,
There’s a,
long dark tunnel,
that will end me.
End this,
somewhere in space,
I have a picture in my hand,
That I need to give up.
If only you were real,
the memory is fading.
If I could still feel,
I’d write you,
into my skin,
so I know you are there.
The manic unfolds,
takes the control.
There a part of me,
that I want back.
The manic controls,
as the mind unrolls.
There’s a side of me,
that I need to hide.
Disrepair.
Into me.
Solar flare.
Destroying everything.
