Tuesday, February 10, 2015

An Introspection by Izzah Batrisyia



I am the dark, 

I am the sea, 
I sit in silence, 
Through the cinematic breeze.



Visions of the aesthetic, 
The mentalism of fear,
A lovely lullaby, 
The nyctophobia gear. 



I am an art piece, 
Painted in black, grey and white,
Kept in the archive of the dismissive, 
On spacious 104-8C.

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