Should I be thankful?
Or keep looking and not settle?
The rain tonite is perfect company to my melancholy. It's just depressingly perfect.
No outward appearance can divulge the contents of a buried piece. Everyone sees a perfect life. Oh but how wrong can they be! The body is empty, void of colour and life. There's just silence and it's sad that no one can hear the silence.
No one sees what's beneath, no one bothers. It's frustrating to be walking beside the living dead. And so no one sieves the frustrations n sees the reason of the living being dead.
Until it's too late that is.
Until it's too late...
Posted by Blogpress IPhone-
No comments:
Post a Comment