Theory of Shellativity

Nothing But….

The clouds of grey, they darken my day
Block my view from what is true
Trapping my in the bog of my existence
With no light, no escape
Trapped inside the immensity of the day
Sinking feelings pushing me down
No hope, No peace, No hate, No love
A constant state of nothing but…

© 2011 Shellativity

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