"She's insane."
Her eyes filled
with pain.
Her head filled
with voices.
Her lungs filled
with nicotine.
Her heart filled
with failure.
She in desperation.
Unable to drop the fear
of oblivion.
Can't shake away the pain.
But mainly the feeling
of knowing her time is
up.
Knowing love didn't exist-
at least not in this
beautiful nightmare.
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poetry for delight
Poetryall the deep stuff from my dark, depressed mind. *come ye immortal thoughts from my black soul of desperation. COPYRIGHT © 2017, Keely Miller All Rights Reserved, Penalties to forgers and those who use material written by author without permis...
