My heart throbs with the agony of life as I clutch this knife, blinking slowly breathing fast, not really knowing how much longer that will last.
You know nothing of this pain, so bad I wish I could die again, but alas these chains do firmly grasp, so tight I can't even gasp.
A frigid tear runs down my cheek, teaching me of a world so bleak, outside my cell a living hell, in which madmen and demons dwell.
So stay here close and safe, where banshees wail and chains chafe.
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My Sleepless Scribblings
PoesíaMy poetry scrapbook, pretty much. I'm planning on putting all of my stuff in here, from way back when(2015), to now. at least the stuff that's worth a damn, and that I feel like sharing. I'll update it whenever I feel like it, and if I get mostly ne...
