Falling to pieces
falling
falling...
to the depths of sullen grief
to the hands of lingering darkness
to the grip of self-inflicted pain
Someone catch me,
catch
catch me...
before I fall and break
before I scatter my pieces to the sinful soil
before I pour my dreadful blood to the unworthy land
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In memory of...
PoetryPoems of the fallen and for the blissfully broken. Dedicated to all hopeless that were once happy of hoping. May we all sit back and devour these words and rhymes as we once again reminisce our fortunate unfortunateness. I solemnly pray we all share...
