Wreckage Dysphoria

I dare not continue the fight.
The trauma that was bestowed upon us gave us a wreckage.

Do you see?
You’ve allowed your soul to be mangled by demons,
Lost in a trance of dysphoria…
I see not a glimpse of hope in yours eyes.

Shattered into pieces,
Broken and so sharp.
The mystification is unsettling.

You have the voice of an ear-piercing siren.
I cannot auscultate the words from your lips,
I’m deafened by your tonality.
You were unable to control your infuriation.

You’ve lost us all.
You’ve lost your soul,
Your will, your strength.
There’s nothing for your to go on.
Do you see?
Your dissolution became the death of me.

written on August 10th 2009

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About gabthechief

22 years old. Detroit native. Bachelor of Arts in Digital Media studies. Street Photographer. Designer. Dreamer. Young soul wandering.

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