I was schizophrenic to not realize that you were just a piece of a delusory, false hope. You never were a friend of mine. You manipulated me like how I did my acquaintances. You were a mistake in my life. You formed of subtle trauma in me. You haunted me wherever I go; gradually, even through the vibes in your malicious, little voice. I could not escape from you. I wanted to but I could not. You and your misty eyes had the bizarre charm that I could rarely defeat. May your apocalypse be revealed to you, real soon. Real soon.
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