The Voices of endless pain,
The Voices of night and darkness such.
Oh the pernicious voices,
Haunting the very being to it's core,
Voices with an underlying intent,
The intent still a lingering mystery to him.
But oh the voices are so very mesmerising,
Incapacitating his very being.
The Voices of endless pain,
Oh they reflect his true self,
Prudent.
Catastrophic.
The Voices shall remain,
Even upon his very grave,
For those are his beloved Voices,
The Voices of endless pain.
- Sapphirus
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Thoughts of a Loner.
PoetryPoetry written by yet another individual just existing throughout as any other being like any of you, experiencing life and suffocating thoughts.
