Shatter my bones of glass,
Cut my skin of paper,
Thin like blades of grass,
As I inhale the vapor;
They're monsters born from ashes,
Spun with toil and liquor,
While I'm bloody red from lashes,
Gone with just a flicker;
Poison will twist my mind,
Warp my dainty thoughts,
I'm trapped and confined,
Ruin my brain with shots;
They did nothing wrong to me,
They are who I trust,
I'm as fine as I can be,
You strangers born from dust.
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I totally winged this but I connected it to Stockholm Syndrome (even though I don't know why).
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evanescence
Poetrypoems that I wrote inspirations vary-mostly people and music, but others are from prompts (not related to the band Evanescence) || mostly tween angst, edgy tumblr-esque yk, you have been warned 💀
