it’s late…too late

nothing is how it seems. it’s like it’s inside-out and spun around. the two things that keep me moving the most are quarelling battles that will go on all night again. tonight. last night. the night before. i know how i will end up. i can’t see myself ~there~…it’s a battle strewn with blood and sorrow.

i, therefore, feel i am done. my one last victory is dissolved before it even grew.

the emptiness fills all the holes now.


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Canadian living in the Netherlands. View all posts by soulglue

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