She moves through
the crowd
vulnerable and unstable
a violent break down
waiting
If only
there was
an uncorrupted being there
to save her from harm
suffering
She waits for
someone
a helpful eye- without lies-trust
nurturing and kind
aching
Always been
alone
her darkening presence thriving
wanting more power
beckoning
descending
deeper
further to madness
generating insanity
breaking
She's waiting
for you
to rescue the body
from her wicked mind that's within
crying
save her
'kay so this is from like 7th grade and im posting them so I can throw them away because they are just messy notes laying around. so if I post them I can get rid of the note and come back to this whenever I want so yeahhhhh.
YOU ARE READING
The brain is a machine
PoesíaThe brain is a machine when fed creativity Let it paint us a picture
