Why do I always feel so sad
so far away from the world
I'm spinning in a circle
around the clouds
around and round
I feel myself levitating
above and above
around and round
waiting for deaths pale kiss
to wrap it's fingers around my circling corpse
to tie it's line around my waist
and drop
They'll stop in the streets
and see me hanging from a string
and I'll choke out
black tart and whisper
"I'm here"
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Black Coffee
PoetryA series of small things that cause my brain to erupt in what looks like words. Poetry, prose, and small excerpts. ***there are some explicit/triggering chapters*** ***Mostly dark material*** ♤ "It flows through my veins. Kind of like a plant that...
