Eerie Thoughts And A Dreary Place
I'm seeping back into that place,
That place in which it is unsafe.
This place that feels no sorrows,
but only hate.
No anger, only chafe.
I am seeping my soaking body into the puddle beneath the ground,
The puddle that is muddled with eerie pictures and thoughts of my dreary sounds.
Copyright © Amanda Governale | Year Posted 2012