Mirrors are an eyesore.
I see myself as a vessel,
Not as a being of love and hate-
A soulless whisper lost in the breeze,
Drifting upon my undescisiveness
And the rage once quelled within.
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Sepulchral Lullabies
PoetryA work in progress of a collection of my poems about hate, love, drugs and disorders. Hope you enjoy<3
(04) Vessel
Mirrors are an eyesore.
I see myself as a vessel,
Not as a being of love and hate-
A soulless whisper lost in the breeze,
Drifting upon my undescisiveness
And the rage once quelled within.
