Weariness is the darkness beneath my eyes. The blood beneath my sighs. The screams within my lies. The madness behind my laughter. Weariness haunts me like the masses haunt fake perfection filled with disturbing facades. Weariness puts me to rest wishing the silence lasts forever. Weariness is the storm beneath the still water. Weariness is everything real. Weariness is the darkness smothering everything. Weariness is everything really.
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A collection of poems and late night musings
PoetryJust a collection of poetry and late night musings I wrote, mainly to just vent and release feelings that I felt couldn't be explained in anything other than words. Sharing a bit of my grey world view with people, the stuff I write is pretty dark an...
