Pale skin with a passionate grin..feeling like that I'm done in...
as the wind blows..
I feel as nobody else knows what is within..
I try to turn away from the chilly wind of day...
skin exposed as I start to pose for this disease of chilling embrace.
my heart will beat with no defeat to get me past the street.
Aches and pains remain in my fragile blue vain ..
blood and pain relief from the flames of what could be...
I cradle my heart.. on my sleeve it rests..
I lament the past awakening the future..
captured in the present..
I stand alone .
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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...
