Sobbing-
slave to appetite..
hunger~
unsatisfied allusion..
crumbling .
scattered..
around by the breeze shedding away..
on my knees..
I become my worse fear..
nothing..
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Visions Of Spookielament
Poesíadark poetry for the dark hearts. .. if you ever feel like a freak accident you are not alone. I too have those emotional scars and some even physical reminder to never reach that level again..I write for how i feel at the moment. I have pstd. Depr...
the appetite
Sobbing-
slave to appetite..
hunger~
unsatisfied allusion..
crumbling .
scattered..
around by the breeze shedding away..
on my knees..
I become my worse fear..
nothing..
