Will it really be fine?
Those thoughts tend to cross my mind throughout the night whether or not there's an answer I don't tend to mind cause after some time I know ill be fine
Right?
I'll be able to view thy beautiful light?
Who knows, the devil might.
He sits there shrouded deep in my emotional fight.
Why do the things we enjoy look so bright even as they provide us with plenty of pain and strife.
They twist the knife deeper turning hate to pleasure making us eager to measure up while they expect better of us I can't stress this enough I'm stressed not tough but weak stuff.
Out of luck, that's what I am, a man with no plan nor a place to land, this plane will crash straight into a huge damn called "my eyes".
The tears will flow out as my lies and disguise die out, never to rise, but at least I'll become more wise by suffering unspeakable horrors as I lie in bed, waiting, for it all to end.
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Poems For The Soul & Thoughts For The Mind
PoezjaA trip in to my mind, filled with poetry and odd thoughts. By the way some of things I think may be kind of out landish, just warning you. Also a lot of what I write is depressing. *potential trigger warning*
