I have a pit in my stomach to the point where I can feel a pulse ,
almost like Freddy is wanting for my insides ,
He's patiently waiting endlessly for me to fall asleep,
waiting for the nightmares to begin so he can have his fun.
YOU ARE READING
the depths of my despair
PoetryYin & Yang . The good ,The bad. A balance between the two. This is the dark finding it's light through the depths of despair.
