Whisper
December 20, 2018
A chaotic feeling.
None listen, they only hear.
Sounds of narcotic waves,
Destroying walls of the mind.
They say things one can’t bear.
I grow accustomed to them.
December 20, 2018
A chaotic feeling.
None listen, they only hear.
Sounds of narcotic waves,
Destroying walls of the mind.
They say things one can’t bear.
I grow accustomed to them.