Even if I scream at my loudest
Even if I smash my fists into a bloody mess
Even if I weep until I have run dry
Even if I give up and want to die
The world will continue to move.
You will sleep easy.
The wind will blow steadily.
The seasons will change accordingly.
And the world will carry on.
Because I am just one fucked up soul
Out of the millions
With a mind of raging instruments
And a heart as confused and cold
As that of a dead mans.
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Late Night Feels
PoetryThose intense feelings that tangle their arms around your body and try to eat you alive, all wrapped up into this collection of poems. Enjoy.
