The darkness inside is jet black and bottomless. It kills me slowly as if it were a cold blade lodged deep in my jugular as I gasp for air. As it pierces my lungs, I'm taken to a hospital of lost souls. If only I could recover and get myself out of here alive.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
In My Head
PoetryThis is a collection of various poems that I've written over the past year and is my first official poetry book. Some of the poems are a bit cringy, but I intend to include all of them from the physical notebook that I have. I hope you, the reader...
