Paper bound to an empty shell walking through life
A living hell. draped around a darkened mind,
If only to turn back the hands of time.
The minds chatter night and day faceless body
A soulless plight, thoughts and emotions jotted down
while a heart cries tears of blood.
Fading sliding off the page into an invisible ink
nothing making sense spinning distress.
A faceless body wrapped in paper,
words deep swallowing light depressed.
Pic – Gamon Sakurai