Dust settles on this lonely soul. Nothing but an offering bowel.
Alone
But not to the spirit world...
Alive
But not to society's taste..
Oh this beautiful girl seems like a waste.
Taste the challenge inspired soul..
Rotting and black as coal..
Sealed and locked up with broken dreams..
loveless thoughts busting at the seems
Shrivels lace and such a empty embrace
All feels like a dream to me..
Eyes always watching you ..
The Norns major play toy.
Leave this fate or this thing called destiny..
It never a seems to show the best of me.
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Visions Of Spookielament
Poetrydark poetry for the dark hearts. .. if you ever feel like a freak accident you are not alone. I too have those emotional scars and some even physical reminder to never reach that level again..I write for how i feel at the moment. I have pstd. Depr...
