Riches on Nostr: Rest In Peace 🥀 Today, I stumbled on an old diary It's pages stained with echoes ...
Rest In Peace 🥀
Today, I stumbled on an old diary
It's pages stained with echoes of a life once so wild,
A collection of regrets, desires and shadows,
A history of mistakes inked in haste
Each line a testament to days lived in folly
In those pages, I saw the girl I once was
The one tangled in webs of her own making
A soul adrift in a sea of mis;steps and wrong turns
Every turn a mark of ignorance
In those pages, I saw battles of lust that raged within me
Each desire a scar and each satisfaction a weapon
A record of wounds inflicted in blind rage
In the temple of my body lust burned like wildfire, consuming all reason to resist
In those pages, I saw a blind, naive girl
Who didn't see the worth within her own body
She let it down, abused it
Mistaking momentary pleasures for lasting value
Her self worth buried beneath layers of disregard
Each embrace a transaction, each touch a betrayal
A cycle of use and abandonment, leaving scars unseen
In those pages, I saw a walking dead
A soul wandering through existence
Half alive in the pursuit of hollow dreams
Eyes wide open, yet blind to the light
Moving through days as if sleepwalking
Each day a repetition of yesterday
I saw the depth of my demise
A life lived in the graveyard of sin
Today, I came across the obituary of my old self
May she rest in peace
©Riches ✍️
Today, I stumbled on an old diary
It's pages stained with echoes of a life once so wild,
A collection of regrets, desires and shadows,
A history of mistakes inked in haste
Each line a testament to days lived in folly
In those pages, I saw the girl I once was
The one tangled in webs of her own making
A soul adrift in a sea of mis;steps and wrong turns
Every turn a mark of ignorance
In those pages, I saw battles of lust that raged within me
Each desire a scar and each satisfaction a weapon
A record of wounds inflicted in blind rage
In the temple of my body lust burned like wildfire, consuming all reason to resist
In those pages, I saw a blind, naive girl
Who didn't see the worth within her own body
She let it down, abused it
Mistaking momentary pleasures for lasting value
Her self worth buried beneath layers of disregard
Each embrace a transaction, each touch a betrayal
A cycle of use and abandonment, leaving scars unseen
In those pages, I saw a walking dead
A soul wandering through existence
Half alive in the pursuit of hollow dreams
Eyes wide open, yet blind to the light
Moving through days as if sleepwalking
Each day a repetition of yesterday
I saw the depth of my demise
A life lived in the graveyard of sin
Today, I came across the obituary of my old self
May she rest in peace
©Riches ✍️