So long since the days of joy
Carefree actions, no consequences
So long since the warmth filled my soul
without a need of a convoy
Holding an air about itself, slightly pretentious
~
A tingling sensation surges from the tips of my fingers to the edge of my toes
Constant conflict rages inside
Battling the worst enemy imaginable, I am my own foe
Slowly being defeated, with no where to hide
~
The tiresome aching
Agonising need
Continuous waiting
To feed my own endless greed
~
The emptiness no longer frightens me
It's become intoxicating
Numbness envelops my nerves, oh l
can guarantee
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The Lost: A collection of emotions
PoetryThis collection of poetry I wrote is mostly Free lance. Most of the inspiration is from heartbreak, so bear with me. It might get confusing, but hey it happens. Please if you use anything cite my work or tag me☺️. I'm really trying to update more of...
