Loneliness,
A scary, negative force.
Creeping up behind you
Gripping your shoulders tightly,
Until you feel its breath
Like the edge of a steel blade.
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Oblivion
PoetryJust a timeline of what happens when I'm hit with strange sparks of inspiration during completely random times. These poems may be dark, depressing, hopeful, or even motivational. Read at your own risk, and updates, as well as the length of these po...
