Dream a Little Dream small child of wonder.Gaze your eyes upon the sky and see what miserable things haunt your view. Hide from the truth but you'll still be dying. Wasting away from sight, from mind, from reality and your silly dreams. If every living thing dies alone, what are you waiting for? Don't waste the clean, waiting flowing of your velvet veins.
*An original of Chesshire Spades*
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The Darkened State
PoesiaA bunch of poems and random writings that I found in a bunch of old journals. Some of these are new, however. The title is called The Darkened State for a reason. This is due to most of them being depressing or twisted while I was in The Darkened St...
