Striving Soul
Thump, thump.
Thump, thump.
Deafening sounds of a damaged heartbeat.
Presumptively the beating means alive; Yet… why to me the sound screams defeat.
What surrounds my world cannot be called life.
How can one do so when stuck in constant...
Thump, thump.
Deafening sounds of a damaged heartbeat.
Presumptively the beating means alive; Yet… why to me the sound screams defeat.
What surrounds my world cannot be called life.
How can one do so when stuck in constant...