Grabbing for what is in reach..
I think I fallen to deep..
degradation..
I'm going deeper and faster..
slave to death...
grasping for every breath..
I'm the enthusiast to punishment..
I routed deeper into the muck..
suffering eludes me..
black is my color..
gothic beauty is my lover..
I'm the fire beneath your heart..
watch out or I'll tear you apart!
Let me sink, so all is lost..
punish me under all costs...
So the truth will be shielded with your overcoat..
cover your eyes...
lies..
sterile sheets...
trust is wearing thin..
corruption is my sin...
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Visions Of Spookielament
Poetrydark 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...
