it's like magic;
i draw with silver—
only for it to turn red.it's almost so surreal;
how my mind takes something so simple,
and reverts it into a giant clusterfuck.how my mind was once so pure,
so innocent,
and now only thinks the thoughts of death.how a mind can be transcendent,
so beautiful,
and later can become satan himself.lucifer.
the serpent in the garden of eden;
the negative in a utopian paradise.depression.
the thoughts of suicide;
the cloud that masks minds of struggling teens.but most importantly—
the cause of all my problems,
but also the solution to them.
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Island Universe [IN CONTINUATION*]
PoetryRandom short stories, poetry, etc. I come up with whilst having writers block on my other WIPs. Enjoy..!