Glimpse

Tormented
A whirlwind of thoughts
Crumbling
Again, again, again they come
Corrupted
They won’t stop
Thoughts
Over and over the same repeated, failed, cursed and wilfully chosen

“I still came, even though I’m about to break…”

Soul Painting

If you could see your soul
Would it look the way you wanted?

Describe it to others as you feel it would be
Like the young Dorian Gray

That is what you think it looks like, what you think others should see
Yet it is just like his painting in the attic