The question of my intentions,
the terror of being alone with my thoughts;
the ideas of death in different ways,
fill my stomach with delicious knots.
-GS
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Doorway to Nowhere
PoetryI sleep in ashes ashes from the bed of memory please, remember me as my ashes drift away I sleep in ashes built by magic matches guilt and regret of my past's patches I sleep in ashes fire forgotten all is broken, all is rotten cracks fill the glas...
Green
The question of my intentions,
the terror of being alone with my thoughts;
the ideas of death in different ways,
fill my stomach with delicious knots.
-GS
