GYP

GYP 🗡
Growing out of the luminous shell that once held my psyche, i feel lifes cold breath on my shoulders, as chains are wrapped around my ankles and neck. I venture through misfortune, misguided, unapologetically depressed, and in love but yet so lonely, see through my eyes they conceal truth, pain,anger, and remorse...i am diminished ; a piece of an empty shell buried in a drought as i live and thrive with such a condemning drug called life i become drained looking for signs to relive such pressures but in the end....that luminous feeling that i felt was only a maze of hopelessness.