I look in the mirror and I can see myself split in two;
My smile isn't friendly when it's us alone;
The made madness drowns me, and it's taking him too;
We both fear the constant unknown.
I sleep and I can feel him there;
I wake up and I can feel him there;
I live my life and I feel him there;
No matter where I go, I feel him everywhere.
The notes i have written to myself are exhausting;
Yet i have not written a single word;
The voice I hear is a taunt;
And it tells me to run onto a sword.
The ink runs dry;
And the voice quiets down;
My eyes grow heavy;
For the last time, I lay down.
I drown in the darkness;
Craving to see light.
No gates will open for me;
I'm lost.
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Undead Poetry.
PoetryLate night poems written by an insomniac, and published here. This'll be my poem collection, and will stay exclusively on Wattpad. I hope you enjoy these poems as much as I enjoy writing them.
