Sometimes darkness lingers more than it should, or maybe darkness never leave us. It's creeping on us from behind, it's watching us, stalking us while we are lost in the moment. Those blasting laughs, and scenic smiles radiating from us, darkness despises it. It hates being forgotten,so it starts invading us slowly until it takes over our system and then it controls us, our mind and thinking, our soul it slowly acts on itself,we begin the self destruction step by step until we are small particles scattered on the floor, and darkness's laugh is all over the place, our sobbing is no where to be heard.
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PoetryMy mind is dark, intensive and sexual. P.s: This is a mature content, and may get sexual at times. Please read at your own risk. Higest rank #10 as of 13/3, 18/3, 24/3 #9 as of 30/3 #6 as of 3/8 #3 as of 4/9 And #1 in sad poems tag 4/9
