Law now comes from one decree. You gotta be fucking kidding me. A dictator’s whims now rule the land, signed in chaos, sealed by hand.
This Godforsaken Ride
Law now comes from one decree. You gotta be fucking kidding me. A dictator’s whims now rule the land, signed in chaos, sealed by hand.
A fierce butterfly emerges from chaos, embodying power and transformation, shaking reality and the cosmos, and heralding liberation through its untamed presence and fiery wings.
He ripped the wings off the little butterfly, Expecting her to wither and die. Instead, she cocooned in sticky goo, A deep rest she was long overdue.
How many times have I been a whisper, a fleeting sonder passing by, a ghost of weight, of battles fought, a light reborn where ruins lie?
My family from a distant shore Lost in the second world war. Entire families lost and erased I cannot imagine the horror they faced.
While comfort lies in a shallow trend, I dive head first into the deep end. The fear I feel becomes my guide, As I probe the depths inside.
Eerie whispers, spectral signs Echo through my tangled mind. A chilling sigh out of tune, Haunting melodies entwined.
Snowflakes whisper an evergreen breeze, Silent comfort with feelings of ease. Twilight hums its gentle refrain, Stars weave a glow, a fragile chain.
Awakened to a world I no longer recognize Where truths unravel, Cloaked in veils of lies.
Most days my thoughts feel like a mess. It does not make me any better nor any less. A crazy puzzle, pieces scattered on the floor, Sometimes I wonder if I’ll make sense any more.