I feel it
I feel it closing
Slowly, imposing
Transposing
From the life I lived
To the one I have now
Full of sorrow
Wishing there was no tomorrow
Were the things I thought
But didn't think I would think anymore
But now,
Everyone's slammed the door
And I don't know anymore
Closed
Off
Closed...?
A/N: Well, Inner Silence has come to it's end. And honestly, nothing has gotten better since the beginning. My thoughts are still dark, I'm still depressed, and that's that. I wrote some kindaish/not-that-terrible stuff, and some really crappy-what-the-heck-Reaper and what-the-crap-is-wrong-with-Reaper stuff. And stuff that deserved to burn in the fires of Udun.
I'm not sure what's wrong with me, and I'll never be sure. So for now, I'm an insecure depressed Lord of the Rings Nerd.
Reaper out and derp it to the max.
Namarie
~Reaper
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Inner Silence
PoesíaThe inner silence is always there. Waiting. watching. recording. Recording the chaos and misery of my existence. A collection of depressing poems of my life.
