My conscience is barely there
Absorbing the wickeds air,
thinking this is my own mind
When the underlying truth,
Is my thoughts aren't mine
But are what I've let be molded by the world
Instead of making my mind over by spending time with the one who made me,
Letting me choose to have a new pattern of thinking
That things aren't always so dark and his view of what the world is supposed to be
With his thoughts as my own I won't feel so alone
Aligning myself with Him
He will never leave me, and He will never abandon me
~art not mine this time but by an amazing person known as kaibunnibun look 'er up on instagram for more cool gore art n steuffs @kai_bunni
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I'm Dying Inside
PoetryI said I'd never post another story,poem or whatever on here because I'm terrified of my feelings being shw,n I'm literaly shaking as I write this ...
