I used to know right from wrong,
Then I heard too many songs.
I think it changed my mind,
Or maybe it went blind?
Where do my thoughts even belong?
About the Creator
SocrateZ
An old soul trying to understand the human experience through writing.
Tortured Soul
The soul careened blindly through a void where it scraped against the walls of a narrow tunnel, amassing a cumulative friction that created all the heat the devil would ever need to torment it. There was no light at the end, not even a fire. From the bottom a cold wind blew, and the clash of extremities spawned vapors of terror in the deadened and numbed appendage that was this strange, delirious, drunken consciousness.
By C. Rommial Butler5 days ago in Fiction
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