Left Without Leaving.

without leaving

without dying

without living.


mask shattered
strings snapped

Hollow eyes don't see themselves in the mirror

Empty souls have no reflection.


whoam i? whoam i?


by Perfection Is Flawed

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i admire the phrasing of the words. i can feel the internal loss and the imploding pain, the feeling of being caved in (wherehaveyougonelittleone? /lostamidstthepuddlesanddaisies) . then the question 'whoam i? ' a tug-of-war with one's self. dramatic, indeed. good work, rainy days. hope everything is sunny with you. sincerely, merc