Chained to the mass void of my life;
I can't seem to break away
I stand here, pleading for my happiness
I can't seem to break free,
Oh I can't seem to escape these mass emotions within unspoken feelings
The hardest part is that I can't seem to get rid of the darkness...my agony
Nothing is promised.
Not my revenge or their despair;
The only thing promised is death.
I'm losing it. The chains have taken over, and it seems easier to enjoy the insanity.
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Nyctophilia ; A Collection of Short Stories/Poems
PoetryHello, thank you for checking out this book! It's just a collection of poems/songs/short-medium length stories I make during night; thus the fact the story is called "nyctophilia" which means finding comfort/peace in darkness. I hope you enjoy my l...