The mind is a forest
Dark and deep
A dangerous path
Not for the weak
Here in the forest
It offers eternal sleep
To be whisked away
And have magical dreams
And in the end
We're fucked up kids
With broken hearts
And scars on our wrists.
The Mind is a forest
Dark and deep
A dangerous path
For hell is empty
And all the demons
Are here with me.
A .H
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εunoia
Poetry"See that the world is still beautiful even after all the hatred and destruction it has faced."- A.H
