sometimes the dead float
and the alive sink
youve taken something
and i cant remember it
a full moat
to the brink
with blood
and im standing in it
lost
floating
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Vent Poetry
PoetryJust, poems i write, decided to publish them, let people read em. Idk. Feel free to leave hate or critical comments i dont rlly care. Also feel free to enjoy! i hope they give some people like me some comfort.
Afloat
sometimes the dead float
and the alive sink
youve taken something
and i cant remember it
a full moat
to the brink
with blood
and im standing in it
lost
floating
