Phantom Pains
Blank blackest orbs
Fighting shadows and night demons
With a dull sword
A soul possessed by phantom pains
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Poison Ink
PoetryMy internal feelings were bubbling into thoughts, forming into words, growing wings, and taking flight, reaching the ears and minds of others, expressing something more significant than a sentence, a hollowed moment of life's waves. I hope these wo...
Phantom Pains
Phantom Pains
Blank blackest orbs
Fighting shadows and night demons
With a dull sword
A soul possessed by phantom pains
