Fire and hate burn at the gates.
My soul is torn,
my mind is sworn.
A curse is upon me causing me havoc,
A riddle to a mind whose thoughts are ransacked
This curse is one that can't be lifted,
Not even by the one who bewitched it.
It's consumed my thoughts and life.
It caused me to buy a knife.
This curse is burning with a blue flame,
This curse has earned it's name.
Tired of fighting and done with battle,
The scars overcome by body that's now in tatters.
Nothing can stop what's doomed to come.
My body is gone and my mind is numb.
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My Poems
PoetryA collection of poems reflecting life. Contains scenes of depression, anxiety, suicide. Probably not updated frequently. *CAUTION MAY CONTAIN MATERIAL NOT SUITABLE FOR YOUNG READERS* *TRIGGER WARNING: CERTAIN THINGS WROTE HERE MAY TRIGGER DEPRESSION...
