Closed to the torture,
All's forced to endure,
Not quite there yet...
Clawing my way back to sanity,
reaching, breeching, a life escaping vanity,
Surrounded by vain and horror, pain,
Wishing to see what the world holds,
Not quite there yet...
The vortex of my mind,
envelops my soul,
Everything else goes too,
Succumbing to demons,
I'll do what they want,
Not quite there yet...
Surviving to damsel?
Which to choose,
when your life and entity,
is being swallowed by everything dark,
Not quite there yet...
Dawning of chimes,
as the world ends,
and the pixies whisper,
My last breath balancing on the
edge of death
Not quite there yet...
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Hormones and Other Teenage Hazards: Poetry book 2
PoesieMy second book of poetry. Contains more poetry from any teenage emotion you could possibly imagine. Also, please check out my first book of poetry, with over 60 poems. Poems of an Eccentric. <3
