Lost loves have past
So many years,
Of my own soul
Do I wish of suffering.
I want to be remarkable
To leave a scratch,
An indentation.
But alas I am met
With the greatest obstacle,
I am me,
Mine own adversary.
I bicker and fight,
Comfort and torture,
Brink of life
Unwillingly.
At nightfall's cloak
Welcoming, gentle
Caresses my soul
Heals my wounds,
Arrives my mood
Temperamental and broken,
A fragment of my past.
Crying tears threaten to burst
As raging claws well up inside,
So thirsty for blood- my blood
That pain that's shed
So delicious.
In the comfort of the night,
Do dark eyes close
And peace,
Divulged.
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My Poems
PoetryPoems I've written when the muse strikes~ All these poems are original, and an expression of how I felt at the moment. Quite a few of these are old, and many were posted on Gaia on my account.
