kellasandra's musings
Lost in the journal of these memories
of tattered thoughts in papered ink
that try to seduce the stranger inside
attempting possession of this weary heart
with collapsing assurances of hollow words
Leave me to myself I beg
before I surrender to time
to appreciate the fallout
to be the alchemist of my normality
to embrace the ordinary within it
this endless basement
in my mind
I lost myself
in the kindest lie colors that were so fragrant
yet flowers they were not only knotweed of my past
this fertile soil these defiant roots
makes violent twisted pavement
tripping my solitary shadow
of a heart forever vacant
without you