Shoved down from the highest perch
Falling into an ominous abyss
Through the heavy air I lurch
My being the monsters won't miss
This body lay lifeless and still
The poison consuming all life
Frigid fingertips losing any feel
As hideous tears roll in rife
A horrid crack as I hit rock
And fall over jutting debris
Time frozen on a dead clock
I have lost every part of me
Throbbing, black-burned heart
Thick blood coursing through cracked veins
My own body tearing itself apart
My mind losing control of the reins
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Thoughts of the Wicked
PoetryExcuse me as I just lay my feelings out into this lil' poetry collection.
