I'm done
I'm so,
So so
Done.
They keep coming back,
No matter how deep they are,
The voices..
They beg for more...
I lose control,
And fight..
I've foughten so hard,
But yet,
I cant keep my ground.
They're worse now,
But I cant move
What's this?
It's a liquid flowing from..
Me.
I cant stop it,
Thud
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts, But Formal
PoetryFrom making your body a canvas, to.. I dont even know what, these are some poems I come up with on the spot.
