Flashes and Blurs

hungry
and my sights blurred
hungry for a sense of satisfaction
at the same time I’m coming close to a combustion

I’m locked up
a prisoner of my own thoughts

They see it on their peripheral vision
but I see a creature of despair
of endless sorrow
of complexities

No matter where I move
it follows
Sometimes they come in pairs
sometimes in a mob
sometimes alone
and it’d be the worst one yet.

Hate me
or love me
they’re not going anywhere.

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