Saturated Words

with hooks in my skin,  ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ every friend pulls a thread, and life,  ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ and time, drags them away,

Please, tell me how to quell the tide of disturbing reverie.

I’m the toy of a twisted reality, a possession to idle cruelty, what will I have, is a passing dream.

Longing for tormenting dreams

The flowers have no fragrance, the food’s grown stale, the comedies are dull, the sky dim with gray, this is a mire, this is my life.

I heard the words, found their meaning, knew their cause, but failed in understanding.