Tuesday, February 9, 2016


Restless whispers manifest in decadence, formed in abstract notions that linger in self-assurance one can only digest in small doses

Sworn off the beats clad in visions of defeat when tomorrows attire resembles the most beautiful heartaches and elegant disappointments

A video reel of speculations stuck on repeat, trying to formulate a logical answer before time devours the desire to care

A thousand days and a million pieces I've struggled to puzzle the jagged illusions that only second guess my confidence in a shaky reflection 

Copyright (C) Angel Campbell 

1 comment:

  1. Such truth in this poem, and such pain ... Love, cat.