Dead to society but there is no site of me...standing across from him.. I give in..open myself to another level.. Cries of love but wickedness like the devil..unearth me and then give birth to me ..pain is always a givin..smokey haze with a deadly gaze.. I lived to follow him ..till I lost myself.. With his image... Quick as I loved .. It turned to hate.. Hate that my heart sunken into my chest... Wanting to rip open my Breast .. Expose deep inside my broken soul. Crumbling into ashes .. And black as coal...
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Visions Of Spookielament
Poesiadark 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...
