Dark moods, Poem, Uncategorized


what fog is chasing me what fear
I am stepping down I see those broken lines
it looks I am somebody else
a foreign shadow of lost days
well, I am not bad, but I feel wrong
it is my mind it tortures me
it never ends, it’s dark again
there is no way
I could describe
the lonely bathroom
I sit at night


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