i dont want to know things anymore
when i saw myself bleeding
my body so soft in the snow
thinking its strange that i am out there
i tore myself limb from limb
parts of me stringing up around my throat
around my wrists and fingers
bones growing through my skin
they see me they know me
a small sound from over me
i become the sky again
red and pink as i was
carry me lay me on the sinking ground
sheer i was lain over the snow
nobody knew me
hurt layers over my body and i stay there
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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...
