gaunt face inside me
fewer things could change me
bringing death in your open arms
flowering heart of shame and torment
knowing things so oftentimes fail
and disagreements take their toll
they plunge into despair so quickly
they bring me to bandaged knees
heartfelt comments or leering cheers
listless feelings or haunting stares
the taste of throw up in my mouth
who should know?
YOU ARE READING
my darkest mind
Poetryoh, my darkest mind, still as you incarnadine me in vain, you behold me as i fall. deeper, my darkest mind, roiling in fury, the fever you gift me, pain that befalls me, obsidian once sharp had since dulled to reveal the rectification of what used...
