It was on a cold night that I answered the call,
The screams were seductive - it was Insanity's call.
I sank deeper in the abyss, bounded by the walls,
I succumbed to the weakness, I couldn't stand tall.
And as the last cry of pain escaped my lips,
I
Just
Fall.
|| RidzFameen ♥ ||
Writing amplifies my feelings honestly.
I might be feeling a little unhappy but when I try to release those thoughts by the words that I pen, I feel like I'm fighting severe depression. (Am I the only weirdo that feels this way?)
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Bleeding words (Poetry)
Poetry"Raise your words, not your voice. It's rain that grows plants, not thunder." - Rumi. Words. They can kill and they can heal. They can hurt and they can reveal. They are written and they are thought. They are read and they are bought. They are w...
