Clouded Garbage

Impossible editor – creator of all thoughts

Why do you torture my mind?

With ruthless countless thoughts.

With grin and smile,

You deliver the abuse.

I need to take a moment away,

Removing your aspect out of mine.

Removing my entire person from my life.

Trying to find solace in chaos,

When you are racing at the speed of light.

Particles connecting with no means.

The outcome is just clouded garbage where my mind is supposed to be.

[Ruptes, 02/2020]

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