An outcast of my own
Creación de mis propias ideologías
Derramando sangre pálida entre pulsos
Drowning in dispair.
Sin vision, sin camino a seguir.
Forever lost in the confines of my mind
Shackled and wounded by fear
Al paso de la escalonada muerte
Running away from now.
Queriendo desvanecer entre el todo, y la nada.
Sin tiempo a respuestas de color
All but for the tears foreshadowed.
To death, y a la vida.
We are, tan sólo, one.
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My Lil Story Of Life And Depression: Poems Of The Lost And Wounded
De TodoThese are some of my poems and my weird random thoughts. It may contain sad things, some explicit content, things that may bring you joy, things that are just my truth or maybe they are lies. Ideals that my thoughts provide, while in my writing, you...
