my baby boy. The ace of spades
Taken on the grounds of the old Hamilton Psychiatric Hospital. The old support buildings and hospital are being demolished after moving into a brand new state of the art facility.
The past two days I feel a sense of regression.
Mind lost in a past and entangled in a future.
Neither of which my darkened eyes can see.
Bruised and battered,
mine tired eyes.
Too many nights of restless sleep.
The demons fight, leaving a weight beneath my eyes,
they darken with time.
a thick layer of paint scraps off with easy,
at the end of the day another battle comes.
The weary fight,
I cloak myself in a darkness, where no light finds my pale flesh.
keep up the fight.