deepundergroundpoetry.com
Dull Nirvana (heaven)
Tattered and torn
Dirty, greying walls,
I sit, I see
Past and present invading me.
The memories flood
With every bit of blood,
Smeared and seeping on the walls,
Creating pools.
With every cut,
The words written on the wall
They change and morph,
To my warped,
Disturbing world.
This is my haven
My dark nest,
A Dull Nirvana
Dirty, greying walls,
I sit, I see
Past and present invading me.
The memories flood
With every bit of blood,
Smeared and seeping on the walls,
Creating pools.
With every cut,
The words written on the wall
They change and morph,
To my warped,
Disturbing world.
This is my haven
My dark nest,
A Dull Nirvana
Published 5th Jun 2014
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 0
reading list entries 0
comments 1
reads 556
Commenting Preference:
The author encourages honest critique.
10th Jun 2014 8:39pm
