Are you sure you want to report this content?
Illustration by @_ximena.arias
If I drink the yellow paint like Van Gogh did, will I be happy?
If I close my eyes and just listen, will I truly see?
If I cut myself out, can you really see who I am and not judge me?
If I sacrifice myself for the many, will you even recognize my death?
If I do all those things, will things be any different?
Paranoia hits me.
It hits me any night I start to doubt.
I'm not sure if it eats me inside and out,
Or luring me to sacrifice myself for a feast.
Because the night is dull, and cold.
And I am full of terrors.
33 Launches
Part of the MyPlotTwist collection
Updated on October 03, 2019
(0)
Characters left :
Category
You can edit published STORIES
Are you sure you want to delete this opinion?
Are you sure you want to delete this reply?
Are you sure you want to report this content?
This content has been reported as inappropriate. Our team will look into it ASAP. Thank You!
By signing up you agree to Launchora's Terms & Policies.
By signing up you agree to Launchora's Terms & Policies.