Dying from inside.
Something's growing, something's rotting, something's spreading,
Can't you see my eyes, I'm fretting;
Heart's been fried.
Confused as Hell.
Something's knitted [tight], something's hidden, something's livid,
Are you just as broken?
There is something to tell.
Feelings have erupted.
Something's wrong, is there a song, for a tale so long?
Are you sure it is done?
We are now corrupted.
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The Day The Sun Set (Poems)
PoetryI starting writing poetry to try new writing styles and now I find it a spectacular way to channel my emotions and experiences. Please bear with me when reading this, (in my opinion) the poems get better the more you read, as I gain experience writi...
