Breathe in.
Breathe out.
Tears ending.
Heart faltering.
Light fading.
Blood spilling.
Motion restricted.
My life has ended.
Yet some part of me is crying out against the night.
Lungs inflate.
Lungs deflate.
No one will know that I don't want this to be my fate.
Fading...
Fading away.
I can barely pray.
Heaven or Hell?
Breathe in.
Breathe out.
Breathe in.
Breathe -
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Ripples in an Obsidian Sky
PoetryThese are many of the poems that get stuck in my head randomly, almost like a song or beat poetry in a way. I must warn you, most of them can be rather dark or sad. But I find solace in writing them. Anyway, maybe they can help you get some peace t...
