You inspire the ghosts inside of me my love. Theyre the ghosts of the pieces i thought i had lost for good.
I dont need a man to write poems about my darkness. I may want to be a muse but I need someone, if not a man, to see my darkness as some thing Ive bled for and tried to enter eternal slumber for, just to make it permanent. Because i realised it was too hard going in and out of darkness too much pain too much blood too much too much too much that Ive lost my mind and everything good in it. Ive lost my mind and its been replaced by empty dreams and graveyards of hope.
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My Boring Escapades.
Poetry"Breaking free from the thoughts of others." Not alot makes sense in this book. Its not supposed too. They most definitely might be terrible, its just my way of keeping track of things I write no matter how terrible. These are unedited, theyre only...
