Lungs blacker than tar
Filling with the poison I feed myself
Escape, forget, regret
Hide in a corner
Don't utter a breath
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Poetry"Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings; it takes its origin from emotions recollected in tranquility." -William Wordsworth An amateur collection of my dark poetry, spoken word, and deep late-night thoughts. ***{ONG...
Dying Alive
Lungs blacker than tar
Filling with the poison I feed myself
Escape, forget, regret
Hide in a corner
Don't utter a breath
