phantom sounds on the rails echoing
the walls of the hall play catch with my head
ear full of waves and I'm finally breathing
i don't remember waking up to feel this sad
four meters above salt water flowing
crushing me tight i get out of bed
the moon is tender and I'm still sleeping
snap out wake up I'm going mad
a/n: this is the last poem i have in store for now, i will publish again when i write. till then, take care y'all (as in like the 2 active readers i have lol) goodbye...
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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...
