Lost, I am lost. I lost my sanity, I've lost grip on all of reality, lost control over who I am, lost the love in my soul. I'm empty and broken, what is the point? When I'm all alone, corrupted and blind by an everlasting lust for revenge. By rage, hate, wrath, a lust for blood and vengeance. I'm not the same anymore. And I never will be. I'm living in a state of decay. I want to suicide, but I don't want to die tonight, people worry right, well I don't care enough to fight. I'll beat up every fuck I see, ready to give up life and slit my wrist. Ready to give up hope and reap the rest. Ready to fight tonight, I'll be haunting like a poltergeist. Don't want to fight the light. I'd rather die tonight. I love to stay in the dark with an empty, broken heart. A corrupted soul and a blind demonic child. Just look me in the eyes and say I'm fine, tell me your pretty lies I love to find. Where is my home? I don't recognize the faces anymore. Where is my love? The one I've known since I was only just a kid. DO I LOOK OKAY!!! Why do you love who I am? I am a ghost, a fallen angel! I ripped out all my parts. I couldn't care what I became. I wasn't meant to be yours. But you still accepted me with open arms. Still loved me when I was at my worst, when I was a monster! Why were you so good to me? Why did you leave me? Now you're all that I see, all that I want, all that I seek. I don't wanna be this weak, but it's been a tough fucking week. Now it's about time I get some sleep, let's hope the reaper doesn't reap...
25-04-2022
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THE DARK ANGEL
ПоэзияTHE DARK ANGEL Take a look into the mind of Hunter Bastiani. A troubled young man struggling with the horrors of mental illness. All that is written down are his or their thoughts... There are dark and depressive texts ahead, so be warned that viole...
