In constant worry
Not of self
But of the promises made
For the only family I have
Seeing the possibility
Go less and less
Dragging me down
To the abyss
Full of despair
The sword of Life
Slashing my heart
Spilling my kept hope
Wasting to the hungry land
Slowly I walk down
The land of Death
With dry eyes
Unable to shed
All frustration
All the hatred
In myself
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Mind Drift
RandomA certain random writings when I get bored and drift from reality. Maybe a few random thoughts along.
