Here i lay, amongst my own delusion,
the days turn to nights then back again.
Train of thought, derailed and desolate.
Passengers are as named, sanity & depression.
I lay trapped under the seat, leashed like property.
They fight for custody as i'm pulled constantly.
May my neck snap, I don't wish to plea anymore.
Leave me to rot, and may the reaper guide me away.
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Poems Of A Lost Soul
PoetryWelcome to my collection of gothic poetry. I as long as i have pain, i will continue to add more. Critique me all you want,it will help me create something that will actually one day be called true gothic poetry.
