Hand's shaking, Heart's racing, fingers dancing, eyes darting.
The world's spinning and you know why, yet cannot convey why consciously.
Veins ache, Cells burn, eyes narrow, yet words will not flow, the hand will stay lame.
Has the universe gone insane, or has thine mind unraveled to the point of no return, Can you see the end of the tunnel, or has it collapsed and crushed you under the weight of thine own mental anguish.
Blood spurts from the eyes, artery's are pinched off, You know the end, yet you won't speak it, until your own sanctuary crumbles down upon your head, and all that can be seen is ablaze with a dull hatred nothing can cure.
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Dark poetry
PoetryI started writing poetry a few months ago, and ever since have wanted to publish them for anyone to read. I do not stick to any specific genre of poetry, and often times I write in my own style, As I have found that writing traditional poetry never...
