Poems from 711500
A glance at the reflection,
only a monster in need of redemption.
Obsessed with the filtering drug,
gave me the chills, ugh.
I decide no...
on the surface, Sameness
on the core, Sins
Lust to overcome myself
Gluttony of information
Greedy to gain knowledge
Sloth to improve
Wrath...
What are they? Are they really white or rather grey? Told when there's nothing better to say. To keep you alive for another day.
Lifeline is ending
Can't feel it but can sense it
Death is upon me