Fabrication

November 6, 2015

Laughter, hate, love and grief

Stain the blank canvas

Of my unspoken thoughts

Chaotic images assault my vision

As static suffocates my conscience

While reason... vanishes

Hope is nothing more than a mirage

I'm lost in this labyrinth of forgotten time

A prisoner in this Nightmare

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