#5

 

#5

The world feels like thorns
Racing inside my mind
Penetrating my body with pain.

The world sounds of war
Harsh and piercing to my ears
Invading any peace I have found.

The world tastes of rotting hope
Deepening the fear that lies within me
That will eventually envelope my soul.

The world smells of fire and rain
Divided black and white
Closing my lips and slowly suffocating me.

The world is covered in a blanket of cold fog
That wraps around my spine
Tarnishing the gold inside.