I have a dark and dangerous fetish.
I cannot control it when its triggered
And can't focus on anything but it once flared.
I have a fetish for the darkness in the abyss of my mind.
I am aroused by the feeling of loneliness.
I am allured by the thoughts of failure.
Thoughts of despair are small but pleasurable experiences.
This fetish is unhealthy but I'm addicted with every bit of it.
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Melancholy Poetry
PoetryThis book is just for poems of mines. I just poetically portray my feelings and share them with whomever wants to care. These are all my thoughts, whether happy or sad or plain out mad. I have no set update times but I guess whatever feelings I want...
