Eyes Without A Face
I tried to write something serious and well, this happened....
Imprisoned In Comatose
Here I am laying in paralytic sleep. Unable to come out of this unknown deep. When shall I awake, I do not know. So here I lay, imprisoned in comatose.
Night Time
I'm sitting on the top of a flight of stairs. It's completely pitch black, apart from one street lamp at the end of the road. I'm alone. No one here but me. I'm enjoying the welcome silence and peace.
What's Real?
Sitting in despair,
Sitting unaware,
Siting, he's just waiting,
Passers by all stop and stare. Standing in such pain,
Standing there again,
Standing contemplating. Passing by are thoughts insane.