A rusty razor
A polished gun
Body with scars
Drinking some rum
Nothings working
Death is approching
It awaits me cheerfully
The fire filled pits
Slowly arising
The wonderous clouds splitting to fill the sky with precious light
Which path will i proceed to?
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Depression Days: A Book Of Poems #Wattys2016
PuisiPoems I've written myself **TRIGGER WARNING**
