and it keeps coming. this doesnt
leave and doesnt stop and spirals
deeper and darker than what is
in your skull. shadowing velvet,
it creaks and hopes to have it.
ohhhhhhhhhh
it fills up with the liquid of mortal minds.
the spirit is willing but the flesh is weak.
YOU ARE READING
my darkest mind
Poésieoh, my darkest mind, still as you incarnadine me in vain, you behold me as i fall. deeper, my darkest mind, roiling in fury, the fever you gift me, pain that befalls me, obsidian once sharp had since dulled to reveal the rectification of what used...
