You touched my heart
now all I have left are the pitch dark remains of your touch
The darkness is spreading
My soul is rotting
The light inside is starting to choke
I'm losing it
The villianous blood in my vains
is starting to run faster
as my heroic bons grow weaker
YOU ARE READING
poems
Poetrythis are poems by me, mostly in englisch and just a few in dutch there's also much depression in it ofcourse the first few poems are real crap but they're getting better
