{A/N}: All poems including this one and the others prior are supposed to be connected. ;P
Hurt,
Crumbling every last
Thought, word or emotion
With even a little brush of tenacity.
Drawing you in,
Second by second
Minute by minute
Hour by hour
Day by day.
Pulling you
Closer
Towards oblivion.
YOU ARE READING
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...
