Shaking limbs,
Uncertain to life.
Massive whims,
Of broken vices.
Charades of breaths,
In terrifying realities.
Squandering bliss,
To Unending depths of despair.
Scarfing down hopes,
Devouring ecstacies.
Grunting emotionless,
Facing a wall of death.
Harboring weakness,
Inviting mocking trials.
Fooling myself into believing.
Scaring myself into living.
Trails unending,
Bullets fired.
It’s dark.
