Everything's fine until fantasy washes away and leaves the soul in reality
Everything's fine until Snow White bites the poisoned apple,
Such naïve thoughts lead to one's inner agony
Everything's fine until the blindfold doesn't come undone and your mouth becomes stitched,
Then you aren't able to look or speak
Everything's fine until the screaming comes back and commands you to write down horrid words
Scribbles defeating oneself; the confusion spreading, replacing any source of comfort
Everything's fine until the soul starts to drown itself back in fantasy.
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The Fallen Kingdom
PoetryThis is without a doubt filled with some of my best writing pieces. Most of these were written throughout the summer of 2018 when I became severely depressed. Each poem here is filled with intense and authentic passion, and that is what makes this w...
