Fake Illusions (?? /02/2020)


??/02/2020

Does it even matter if I breathe,
if there is only sorrow and grief.

Cold, this world is vanishing,
within the darkness that is consuming me.

Only on drugs do I find a way,
to escape from my disgusting reality.

Not even a bit of hope there is for me!
All kindness is falling with the greyness of winter.

Not even the prescribed diazepam,
make me see the bright side.

Everything can only get worse!
My visions are melted in crimson.

How can even someone,
find comfort in disgusting illusions?

Shall this world disappear!
There is no hope, not even a single bit!

My heart and mind will never breathe again.
Then, please let me disappear, disappear as a sparkling light!

And reach the limit of my sanity,
until my heart faints, tired and hateful.

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