𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝
𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝
𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐝𝐚𝐰𝐧 𝐢 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐭
𝐀𝐬 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐭
𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐬
𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐯𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐥 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝
𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐝
Thanks for reading
I wrote this awhile ago
When my insomnia wasn't as bad as it is presently
And the nightmares were alot worse
I still hear the thoughts
But sometimes I'm too paranoid or frustrated to sleep at night
I feel most comfortable in the darkness
Yet I fear the solitude and silence that comes with it
My paranoia causes figures to morph from the darkness and sometimes ignoring them isn't as effective.
Stay healthy and stay safe 🖤
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Mephisto's Anthology
Poetrya collection of old poems written by a younger version of myself I stumbled upon these recently and felt like Putting them out there. And I've been adding more to the collection whenever inspiration strikes They aren't properly punctuated Or writte...
