Tragedy? Or is it fate?
Still frames one can’t relate.
Pieces of inner thoughts
Fresh bullet proof shots.
Piteous sentence ‘til dawn,
Thoughts of inspiration, gone.
Unfortunate solitude?
Obstacles with attitude.
Self empathy is foul,
Self doubt's on the prowl.
Speckles of hate on my nerves,
As my composure stars to curve.
i hate taking any type of medication, whether herbal or over/under(?haha) the counter. but thanks. maybe i'll just start drinking tea and taking showers at night. they make me sleepy. wanna join?