Δευτέρα 5 Δεκεμβρίου 2016

Thoughts of the past

Drowning. I'm swallowed by my own demons.
And there is no escape.
No way out.
Bleeding.
Feeling the blood rushing out of my vains and coloring my own skin.
Drawings.
The blood is coloring my skin, like a canvas and it's creating paintings.
Paintings of my thoughts.
These paintings give my thoughts a form.
And the monsters are standing in front of me.
Giant.
Dark.
Brutal.
And they are ripping me out.
Tell me how to stop it.
Help me.
I don't think I can survive any longer.


Thoughts of mine.Three years ago

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