Redesigned,
I imagine.
Pencils dull,
Papers blacken.
Dreary nights
Borne away,
Quiet frights
Dye the day.
Coloured hues
Of graphite
Scratched across the night,
Angry pelts of lead
Crash down in sudden fright.
Somber wisps of the soft and fading
Stain the world, masquerading.
Colours dance and fall away with fright,
Softly dissipate into the dappled light.
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Avenge The Broken Ones
PoetryThis is simply a collection of the poems I hurriedly scratch out around midnight. I usually write about whatever stokes my fancy at the moment - usually sad things, or ramblings about love. Depression and anxiety rule my life, so be prepared to exp...
