Down in the deep blue
Everything is muted.
Strange, mutilated creatures swim by
They all have small lights to guide them
Because down in the deep blue
The unseen brushes against you at every turn
Everyone is a stranger
Maybe I belong here.
But it couldn't be,
For I would spend my life alone
Days and nights and noons all the same
To the lurkers in the deep blue.
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FACES: A Poetry Collection
PoésieExactly what it looks like, a book full of poems. (VERY SLOW UPDATES-I post most frequently on my art book, so I recommend checking that out if you want more content.) (Note: Most of these poems are pretty old and edgy,,, I highly recommend skippi...
