I found myself alone.

I found myself alone Under the debris of your expectations, In between the harshness of your words. I found myself alone Suffocating through time, Tightly grasped by a malignant despair. I found myself alone In between the vacancy of consolation, Under these layers of a paper thin praise. I found myself alone. Shredded by the …

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A Scattered Sensitivity.

So when you are done falling through holes, when the two way road becomes too clogged with filth, broken borders, when everything else just falls out of place, that is exactly when you fall back in. That is exactly when the scatter beholds new worlds within its being. That is when the shards don't slit …

Behind Bars.

June, 2015 Mr. Prisoner sits against the unforgiving concrete wall, with his lean fingers tugging at the strands of his unkempt hair as if desperately holding onto the last threads of sanity. There is a far sighted look in his eyes and his face looks almost impassive one second and then, all of a sudden …