In the depths of my soul, darkness reigns supreme,
A suffocating void, where nightmares gleam.
Lost in the abyss of my own creation,
Drowning in despair, a slave to damnation.
Suicide's whispers echo in the blackened halls,
A seductive lure, as darkness befalls.
I'm drawn to the edge, where shadows linger,
Yearning for oblivion, with each trembling finger.
Hate consumes me, a devouring flame,
Feeding on my anguish, without shame.
Bitterness festers in the depths of my core,
As I curse the world and all it stands for.
In the silence of the void, I am alone,
Tormented by demons, with hearts of stone.
Despair wraps its icy tendrils around my soul,
As I spiral deeper into the black hole.
But amidst the darkness, there is no light,
No glimmer of hope to end the night.
For in the embrace of the abyss, I find my rest,
A cold and empty void, where I am truly blessed.
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Echoes of despair: Poems from the Abyss
PoesíaPhysical copy soon in amazon Echoes of Despair: Poems from the Abyss is a collection of deeply introspective and haunting poems that delve into the depths of human suffering, exploring themes of darkness, despair, pain, and the struggle for redempti...
