Taking a Mind

Broken shards of endless glare,

That walk through state an island flare.

Round and round such thoughts would dwell,

As steep and low as health not well.

Demon rose on the corner of sleep,

Vision pierce with eerie keep.

A walker’s mind that stale and dim,

For life was drain to point of grim.


Artist: Walking the mind by K1MMO

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