Wasted~used up~ flooding with liquid hell.burns with in my bones.I thirst for purity...your God stands from a far. Drinking at a bar..driven over with a car..I lay their not to far~ shrouded with confusion wrapped over my so called soul..clarity through this horrible entanglement..darkness my lover..light burns oh so bright..blinded eyes..cover me..let me be lost...I cast a shadow over your grinning face.turn away with disgrace. Shame and stench cover me with flowers.push under the carpet for hours,hollering .pounding my fist.. vacant stares..just vacant stares'
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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...
