Bad Days

I see Nothing I hear Nothing I smell Nothing I taste Nothing I feel Nothing There is Nothing Here for me Nothing -Kel Dayheart

Ventriloquist

You drained me dry Of every emotion And then filled me With everything you wanted Until I was your puppet Saying nothing you didn't script -Kel Dayheart

Short Term

I have no plans So I fall into the rhythm Of day to day life And think no further Into the future Then what I can see -Kel Dayheart

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