The Artist Blog of Creative Monkey Studios.
A gloomy scene this morning, and not a child sight.
My dreams are empty;So much like my soulFighting to reach the top,but always short of the goalCold, separated and vacant;This body in which I dwellWeakened by my failures,An empty void of a shellI awake from my sleeplessness,now a zombie by dayUseless to my world;nothing more to say