thoughts of forsaken torture
lies abreast on a tattered shelf
monster sits unbothered like a working elf
waiting for their next victim to wear the crown
As I flip through my memories
trying to forget, a memory I never had
what I seek, my perception varies
down the drain, sit my brain dead
from the delusion of my youth
where my life was coloured in guilt
smiling at a painting done by my deed
bonkers, I've lost touched of the world indeed.
©karmascars
K