Tonight my dear,
I'll take you on a trip.
Where the worries of life,
No longer affect us.
Over the horizon,
The bright blue skies
Gorgeous yellow rays of sun,
Absorb into our eyes.
I see your deep blue eyes,
And your smile melts my soul.
But then my heart quakes,
And I fall onto my knees.
My hands holding my chest,
Looking above,
Your majesty,
Worshipful beauty.
Holy,
And sinless.
My darkness succumbs,
And overpowers my eyes.
As I fall into the endless pit,
With sins written on ashes,
Reflecting hell's fiery entrance.
Red blood on the walls,
And fiery beings jumping around.
My hands hold my head as I puke,
Agitated hands,
Picking my scabs,
As I fall deeper into the gates of hell.
I can't pick my eyes up.
The weight I bare,
The anger I hold,
The tears I can't shed.
Can you lend me a hand?
I'm so so weak.
This battle is so draining.
As I lay,
My eyes see you,
My guardian angel,
In the holiest long dress,
Your eyes,
Face.
Regret.
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Dysphoria
PoesíaPoetry about my experiences as a lover of alcohol I've never thought I'd become a writer, so here are my skills after three years of writing and accumulating over 300+ pieces of writing over the years. This is still my writing in its purest form, an...
