Obliviously aware. Everything here is poor attempts of materializing the voices in my head.
Or have my time already passed?
Could it be
that the darkness in my head
is just an illusion
made up to protect my fragile mind
Or someone who’s just as lost as me.
Sometimes I wonder
What life could have been
If I wouldn’t have decided
As I light yet another cigarette
I think of all the times life screwed me over
I recollect the days where “future”
Was still an expression for brighter days