Fractured Realities
I surrender my body to the place of great relief
Where sights dissolve
and sounds concede
Existing, only inside
Where living means to die
To wander the lands of misrule
To experience the fates I have yet to meet
My senses benumbed by the cushiony black
I'm never coming back
Copyright © Michael Whatley | Year Posted 2019
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