Introducing
Katt Gold

Secrets

 

Chair is black, mind is blank.

My story is dark.

Scary, lonely, hopeless.

Must you be you? Can't you be me?

 I'm tired.

Hazy now.

I could get lost in you forever.

Always.

This world.

This world is damaging.

Dark.

Scary.

Lonely.

Cold.

This world has a lot of stories untold.

You, me, the guy down the street.

Everyone has secrets.

Even her.

No one is clean,

without sin.

There's just some stuff you keep bottled up.

I have to clear the random thoughts.

Persistent they become.

Nagging like a shitty wife

to her shitty husband.

LOCK UP THE CENSORS!!

They have no place here.

 

 

 

Tested

 

Sat down in the street.

Thinking, wondering.

This mind needs rest,

but none for the weary.

Can I just vent and you just listen?

I think you know.

Please, just go.

This mind is weary,

not the best.

I'm done with your test.

 

 

 

 

Losing The Race

 

Get lost in your thoughts

Lose yourself,

Completely, wholly, forever.

 

Lost, alone, soulless.

Nightmares have replaced dreams.

Empty, dark, alone.

 

Falling into oblivion

losing grace,

lost the race.

Trip and fall

Bloody face.

 

Stay down or stand up.

 

You don't know this empty heart.

It beats continuously,

for nothing,

No one.

ALONE!

Lost.

Eternally lost.

 

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