Distantly watching...
Waiting and wanting..
Serving no-one in this twisted world. Anarchy heart.. Peaceful mind..
Clashing my own existence.
War inside my body. Fire in my bones. Dancing eyes..
caressed thighs..
wondering if they're all just lies.. playing with my knives..
stabbing
alone
stabbing
crisis
stabbing
brain
blood that's driving me insaine.
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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...
