The darkness licks my eyes and caresses my skin in a cold damp blanket.
I reach out into the void and tremor in pain from the wounds deep within.
So many times has the light cut my flesh when it comes piercing through the darkness.
I reach out to grab it and it sears my soul. The warmth so inviting, but the terrors are untold.
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My Dissolution
PoetryA collection of rants, poems, dreams and thoughts about living with chronic illness and multiple mental disorders.
