Eyes like a desert full of sand, I can't fucking stand this noise anymore, screaming faces with no sound, a prescribed future with no hope for this society, bloody knees pushed down by the pressure of this violent sound, dragged on this concrete fantasy, your trail of blood will be gone by the morning, with those beautiful flashing lights diverting our attention.
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PoesieThis is a collection of my writing from the past 7 years. Before I started to write, I was a very lost individual, as are most teens, but I was lost in darkness. I was too afraid to move anywhere at all. I hid in the dark, debilitated by my own anxi...
