Them

A shot by “them” heads straight to my heart

Punctured holes but still standing tall

Postmortem

Postmortem is conducted

And reality comes to light

Spiralling

I’m falling now, waiting for the unknown
I know this time I’m truly alone

Lingers On…

Unspoken wish

Lingers on…

Mannequin

The rear view mirror only shows
Dark alleys and broken tail lights

Warning Sign

Now deep in the middle, the surroundings are misty,

Screaming for help in this void, my voice is turning rusty.