Creep here
Quicksand
Stuck
Hollow
Alone surrounded
Tears
Of a
Mermaid
The barb
Of a
Ray
Sunlight
Of
A
Fire
Ball
Is life
Is it?
Words
Spill
Stop
Breathe
Inhale
Exhale
Drown
Take
In the
Water
Boarding
Spill
Your secrets
What truths
Do you
Hold
Spill
Your
Viscous
Iron
Spill.
Bleed.
Hemorrhage.
Choke.
Gurgle.
Gurgles.
Gurgled.
Dead.
Alive.
Coffin empty
Soil
Pushed
Out.
Dead.
Alive.
Walk
Around
Inhale.
Die.
No
Live.
Evil.
Lived.
Devil.
Breathe.
~CRosOver
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The Psyche Of Mine
Poetry**** I've never really known how to move, where to see or what to feel.. But sometimes, I have moved enough to be alive, I have seen enough to not go blind, And I have felt words enough to feel.. **** **** Its my first time properly penning down m...
