For a brief moment I smiled ..
Unknowingly so damn fragile..
Battle in my head..
Drooling to the unfed.. leaving marks to the dead.. Wandering if i should leave it unsaid..
Marks from sparks and fire with desire..
Burning my soul..
I lose control..
Ashes flowing in a offering bowl..
Air escapes my lips..
venum dribbles from my teeth...
Wishing I could breathe..
I smash my fists to my face.
Wondering if this race exsisted..
The bitten are lost ..
Frozen in time..
I wonder if this desire is a crime..
Immortality is gone to the books.
The price for happiness is with looks..
Once they fade ..
Next young one is in line..
Doing the time as a new wine..
Only rotting for a little time..
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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...
