jump into a pit of despair with me
eternally falling, eternally seeking a hold
release me into the void, into the beast
empty my soul when i enter hell
my guts are hated above this nightmare
you try to convince me of otherwise
zany thoughts and memories askew change
unusually the regular thoughts which occupied
cracks in my brain, slipping through into my conscious
kick at the darkness, the wind doesn't stop blowing
egg me on, the shouts screaming back at me
return please, honey, return please to me
YOU ARE READING
this fantastical world is too surreal (poetry #5)
Poetry"a rustle crackles underneath jackboots crossbow tight in hand she breathes one final breath before he pulls the trigger" you know the drill
