fingerprints imprinting with blood
on the walls, on my neck, on this nightgown
it echoes, your voice killing my dread
i think i love it, you messing with my head
your voice it's calling out, out to the wind
does it not like you, teardrops down your chin
the cold wind blows with death that knows why
is it okay or maybe not if i let it win
this heart it's yours and it's yours and it's aching, my dear
don't you dare summon no more, all of that fear
i can't let nightmares reach me more near
they won't go far now, now that you're here
YOU ARE READING
s h a d o w e n t r o p y
Poetrysome byproducts of my mental health state. abstract and surreal some stories some real paintings and illusions mostly with a creepy feel i think there must be like a few love poems too? idk tw: (some direct some not) mentions of death, blood, burnin...
