ILLUSION OF IDENTITY
an alteration in full reverse my reflection slowly turning to a cadavers my foot no longer prints in each stroke the milky wave is nothing but a joke the world offers no peace no redemption for my broken pieces I am shaped and reshaped by close proximity me, a broken soul and nonentity I shiver at the sight of my reflection a clueless being in rejection no soothing balm for my soul my life’s velocity is just slow embalmed by my own chastity sadness has erected a huge security a fertile land offers drought you must water the seeds blood before they sprout this is an illusion of my true identity a self consoling insanity poised as scenery I daydream my calamities aren’t full to its brim @talk2leigh (X & insta) 5:47am 13 April 2026
