Found in the midst of
the empty corners of my mind
she feeds upon the dead and broken
memories, the tear-less anticipated cries
shrieks for lord, lord please save
my falls, my "gentle upbringing"
she takes all, in her dispatch
chews upon the dried contours of my sinking
bones and blood cloths mapped across my eyes
in which worded out my lies,
she took all,
and you attempt to take her,
leave me breathless in a haul of
oh direst repulses
oh man, man slain
oh heart, too con caved
she took all,
and you attempt to take her.
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PoetryHighest rank: #23 In poetry. A compilation of Poems about love, heart break, depression and everything in between really. Black, white, and of course, a dose of grey.
