This terminal disease
attacks and bombards
until my brittle mental state is now in shards
Like a virus it spreads
to the depths of my emotions
so the doors of my vulnerability is now open
At stage 4
my surface is decomposing
after all it's efforts I've now become nothing
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Escape into the Night [Poetry]
PoetryCompilation of poetry and thoughts I don't have a set type of style for poetry I just go with the flow. All poems are written by me
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