Crumbling down to the ground..certainly unknown and fractured...but not fully broken...captured embrace..secure is not the case with me..panicked inside and out! Sweetest dreams of living with things .possession of the art...words ripping me apart..No shadows around me..I like living in the dark..
Laying down in the park wishing I could leave a Mark.. paper covers and continued to freeze..sorrow inside admired by the weeds..searching for something to end the pleas for this disease....
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Visions Of Spookielament
Poesiadark 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...
