Through the silver cracks of my aching bones
I lay here at night constricted by my own blankets
which cover me tight; gasping slowly
ever since I first appeared into this eventful world
I replenished and soaked my beautiful soul,
only to find myself lost in the misty flows, going through a crooked path leading to the hooded woods-
consumed by thick decay of gaseous air, just to find a gracious pond that's leaking out wretched demons
seeking out any portion of pure oxygen and relief
being tormented in a world of evil
surrounded by taunted beings
where my spirit should be bombed away as it
splatters into the milky way
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The Empty Wild Thoughts
PoetryThis is not and ordinary story but it is a about my deep feelings on how I've felt This book is a collective amount of poems I'll be publishing These are not all brand new poems they come from my collective journals of writing poetry Its dark an...
