MELANCHOLY
He who spills his blood from misfortune,
Must find a different topic to subdue-
His deepest sorrows that gnaw and claw,
Through his chest and out his heart.
The gray cannot get but darker,
Even in the brightest of days,
The haze shall still be present,
Perhaps with less shame.
No control over the weakness dark hungers,
But if you knew best you would let thy starve,
Out his stomach to stop his heart
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Weaknesses
PoetryThese poems are all original and all of them are going to have a bit of a evil/mysterious aura to them, I have other wattpad accounts but if you see any of my poems on here could you please inform me just in case? Please read and enjoy and expect we...
