Who with the knowledge of death keeps to themselves?
Who with the clawing demon, hides their wrists?
The sweetest cherry would not hide the bitter taste of poison nor the rancid stench that follows every step
As she walks this crumbling path into a darkened state of broken minds and static thoughts
The thoughts she had, now dark and twisted follow this unlucky and broken storyline
All the rivers dry up as the tears once flowing into them ease up and the waters are contaminated with the metallic and slow moving ink that stains every white flower red, suffocates the very air she shall breathe and chokes her until the darkness comes.
She doesn't know why she blacks out
But when she does, all her nightmares come back
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Lifeline Rants 2020-2024
Terrordark poetry and writings based in fiction. Written from the perspective of an outsider looking in with context. This isn't directed at anyone. It just helps me to write in perspectives of people.
