MY PLACE BY: LANA BOWLES
These words bled my soul the wreckage and pain. These thoughts take control and leave me weary and drained. These emotions see the within a violent torrid sea a crippled fading portrait the nothing that is me.
This body cut, blemished, bruised and impaled a waste of spoiled flesh. This heart a stoic rancid shell, a rotting void in my chest.
This life a tormenting living hell a cruel inflecting game forever changing its evel mask never remeding the same.
The gallons the depths, the broken roads, the lonely untravelled paths. The burden, the curse, the unfortunate view, the ravenous best and its wrath. The silhouette of dying love, the glimpse of what’s beyond. I’ve returned to this place inside myself and while I’m here you’re gone.