MILD LANGUAGE
Once there was light
Then I began to fight
Once, I was kind
Then I lost my goddamn mind
Once, I was content
Till I made the car-door dent
Once, we were whole
Loving
Happy
Out of control
Then came that poisonous downfall
Bitter rain
Stings the skin
Silver blade
Breaking in
Once we were perfect
Once we were sure
Now here we are
Knocking on Death's door
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Memories Graveyard
PoetryA look into the minds of the tormented, told through their dancing words and raw emotions. A beautiful art form, twisted and wild, known as poetry.
