The future never asked
If I wanted to be here.
It just came without
Permission,
And here I am
Some two decades on and
All that past I used to live,
Just,
Disappeared.
I’m just some hungry ghost
With no real history
Haunting this room
Chain smoking my way
Into oblivion.
Consumed by some
Awful things
I don’t talk about.
Some damned spot
Staining someone else’s
White sheets.
Today will be a good day,
I lie to myself
Every time
I wake up.







it may be you lived other lives I was told by my voices that I lived during the time of the angelic rebellion and the reason I suffer in this world is because my loyalty is doubted by both sides… interesting write I like your dark pen ❤️