i am a melody of madness
i hide in the crevices of city buildings
i'm the silent pain that flows in veins
the slow death of your mother
my wings fall off and i try not to cry
i'm lost and don't want to be found
i'm the soft plague ; kill or be killed
go mad, my Dear people!
the silent plague of sorrow hurts more than death
(...i would know)
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Angels And Coffee | A Poetry Collection
PoetryA collection of poetry and some prose, all written by me. If any of my writing is shared please credit me. Status : Not finished
