My throat feels scratchy,
I feel pain all over my body,
The feeling, this nausea,
It's as weird as the intoxication I feel,
Did thunder penetrate my body?
Did a wolf tear my limbs?
Why do I feel this ugly fear,
My heart feels tight,
Will it stop beating?
I beg the heavenly abyss that has blessed the goodness in souls,
Please save me from this fright.
YOU ARE READING
Crusts after Dark.
PoetryA collection of my emotions woven into poems. Wanting to express a few pearls of wisdom, of fear or even love, which would as well be crushed under the ruthlessness of today's society. . . . . . So, grab a cup of coffee and read away! :)
