There are days in which the silence serenades my ear.
Where skylarks soothe the nothingness
A twist of words mark the change of season.
The sand between my toes building me sandcastles.
Strands of my hair swaying with the wind
Unadulterated smile on the glistening waters.
There are days where every silence is a screech
Beasts growling deep beneath the bushes,
Pounding me in surprise for gashes across my chest.
When a tragic prophecy fulfills
That I'm gonna die alone on this dying hill
The last anyone has heard of me was screaming.
It depends on which days.
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Graveyard of Reveries
Poetry"Dig all the gravestones if you can Have a wonderful night in this rotting land A rollercoaster ride in dark fantasy Welcome to my graveyard of reveries" A random collection of poems written by a mentally unstable 17-year-old. pls be nice :) COVER B...
