Crows fly by as they feast on the eyes of the forgotten souls from a world that has long gone cold. They pry and pillage all they can plunder from their dead fingers as they become bloated from spoiled meat. Over stuffed from their feast, the crows began to regurgitate the lost souls back into their forgotten world.
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Twisted Little Poems For The Broken Soul
Poetrypoetry and short stories for those struggling with mental health, it's okay not to be okay, and please seek help if you're feeling lost. I will be adding more poems and short stories along the way.
