Come death.
Bring me to my grave.
This life isn't worth living.
I've got my two pennies to pay.
Since childhood, a life filled with pain,
And just a mind full of an unending rain.
It's so overwhelming, I cannot take it,
and I feel like I'm going insane.
Come death, Touch me,
Take me onto your ferry,
to cross the phlegethon.
And away from the cemetery.
Oh, how this heart bleeds inside,
with anxiety taking over my mind.
Only I can hear these screams.
Only I can feel this pain.
Death, come, please take me from this world of lies!
Look at this destruction, Look at all these mangled paths,
you wonder what happened here?!
It's all because of my anger, rage, and wrath!
These demons flap their wings inside,
I can feel their breath, I can hear their minds, Oh my god! It's only hell that you can see in their eyes!
Passion, desires, fears, and dreams.
None of this matters to me now, it seems...
Take it all away, and just stop it with all these screams!
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Dark Poetry
PoetryThis is a colection of thoughts or nightmares in form of poetry, some of them written by myself, some only gathered by me. The darkness is in all of us just waiting to get out, but not in the light. No, darkness reaches out for darkness, so you thin...
