I see too much light
My eyes are going blind.
That time of year has come again,
Such is the curse of life.
I want to live in gloom,
Locked up in an attic room
With only the company of ghosts.
Time and time again
My mind draws back on one thing.
How uncomfortable it's been,
Pretending to willingly wear the skin
Of a monster intent on it's own destruction.
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Dark Poetry
PoetrySome of my original vent works and several random song lyrics. Don't have to read, this is my therapy.
