Haunted by my own soul, I scream,
Screaming so loud that they can't hear me.
Terrified by my own breaths, I gasp,
Gasping so hard that my heart skips a beat.
Battling my own rage, I've lost,
The rage is victorious, the world is victorious.
Broken, I try to gather up my pebbled self,
Sigh, got scattered yet again.
I am just a scab on the surface of this world.
I am the lamp of the dawn at its burn.
I am the brightness that faded away.
I am the darkness that sparkled away.
I strived to rise but every rise has a fall,
I quit, I quit and that's all.
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Final Throes Of The Unfurling
Poesía"I strived to rise but every rise has a fall, I quit, I quit and that's all." Just a bunch of emotions sucked by the pen and bled on the pages. Can be seen in the dried marks on the pillow, Dark hollows of rapidly blinking eyes, And the corners of...
