I'm only worthless;
Unable to keep
even myself
from the brink.
Back at the edge
with no way back.
The light's gone out,
who would want me now?
No more better
than a slave
blindly following
the highest bidder.
Though what I really need
is to be fixed
The darkness keeps clouding
letting the pain resurge.
YOU ARE READING
Poem Accounts
PoetryJust a few poems I've written over the years; some are probably better than others, but I'd rather not publish all of them separately. (Stock for cover from: http://ineedfire.deviantart.com/ and http://wyldraven.deviantart.com/)
