this maddening isolation
everything i see is my ideation
seeing stars and in the dark i sit
waiting for them to see me
i rub my eyelids with my two fingers
shivering in my clothes the windows drip
seeing black no matter how much i know
erudition means nothing anymore
glimmering flowers in the rain
the waves crash against where i lay
under the ground in such a way
if i dare say things i may never see the day
faint steps up the staircase
we meet with an explosion
now chained and bound together forever
i will be here forever
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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...
