tw // kill , knife
When Dawn and I collide
I wanna hide
Your coarse jokes
Inside it makes me choke
You think it was funny
But inside I'm screaming save me
Finally, Dusk we met
Darkling screams plangent
Now, I wanna end this race
Should I use my final sprint with fast pace?
No, I can't end it like that; the race called life
Imma better use a knife
-kristalej_
YOU ARE READING
From the poetry of Istelle
PoetryI've written these poetries to escape and to release my emotions because in this cruel world small voices won't be heard so even if my small voice may not be heard atleast I've written the words what my small voice wanted to speak out.
