Fire burning in the pit of desire..
Pain runs through my veins..
Time slows when every movement aches..
Finding peace is hard when all around you are fakes .
Smoke blinds me..
I reach out for light..
Not ready for fight..
Rescuer in the distance?
Just a reflection of myself..
Not comprehending this moment..
I lost it..
Scream of agoney..
Lost of humanity..
Light hasn't been a fan of me...
Once a dove shoring the skys.
Now suffocating in blood like lies engulfing my broken body...
Feeling like a rotten corpse.
Ready to connect like a wire.
Elements aline in this electric fire...
Swinging ropes unsatisfied hopes.
Last breath .
Unrest death.
Twitching dance of the ending ..
No sending help when all you got is yourself...
And this reflection smiled and whispered.
"You got this."
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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...
