to all of you who recognize themselves in my work:
i'm not a hack. i don't write to please you. there's this one rule here:
if you have had even the slightest influence on my life,
i. will. write. about. you.
deal with it.
happy reading!

неделя, 23 октомври 2016 г.

So it has come to this :
the dream turned into a nightmare,
the prize became a burden,
the hell of yesterday is now
a desired destination.

You've proven yourself wrong
more times
than you care to remember --
your loved ones lost,
your enemies watching your back,
all your demons --
descended into silence.

And now you have to reinvent
the little anchors of identity,
the pebbles of security rolling
at the bottom of your soul.

you shan't be forgotten
for being worlds away from
your own self :


-- thorns of words,
but nothing else.

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