The rain falls, piercing like my pain.
This isn't a feign.
My blood makes a stian.
As I slit my vein.
Dripping down a drain.
My mind has been slain.
I have nothing to gain.
Nothing to attain.
But I'll tie my chain.
From life I shall abstain.
Go for a walk in the rain.
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Nightfall - A lifetime in self isolation
PoésieHave you ever felt alone? Nightfall takes the ever darkening thoughts of a lonely student trapped in a warring community and turns them into poetry. My thoughts laid out for you.
