my shadow asking desperately to be followed
though the light is coming, blinding, from ahead
the ground beneath me, i wish I'd be swallowed
or for some reason get rid of my head
these thoughts feel binding, for i was followed
by fears of mine and a sense of dread
and right now I'm not being allowed
to care for my love but just wish i was dead
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Poetrysome byproducts of my mental health state. abstract and surreal some stories some real paintings and illusions mostly with a creepy feel i think there must be like a few love poems too? idk tw: (some direct some not) mentions of death, blood, burnin...
