27 December 2012
As the moist fills up around the deep holes in my sockets A gentle breeze slaps me back to reality with an icy cold glare
That familiar laughter embossed on the air like a trail of lost hope It shocks me how it's still so raw How had it managed to lurk, lay, wait, still so deeply hidden in the depths of my existence
Oh how the warmth innocence of a child can bring out the raw emotion I so thought I had tricked into believing the end of its own existence.
Emotions • Opuss № I