Flasbacks, Are All A Part ...

Flashbacks, Are All A Part....


Don't ...ask.

For, you really don't ,

Want to know.

Why do I do these things?

No sight no sound no touch....

My thoughts, are those,

Of a , tortured .....soul.

With empty words

Which are trapped 

within my heart.

I search for love, with...an

Overshadowing sense of joy

A song, to breach the void.

Only to find,

The echoes of loneliness !

Which brings fraught terrors...

Repelling ,everyone.

Destroying them all... 

It's Classed,

As an invasion ......


of my techno-coloured mind.

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