A mess have I become
Getting worse and worse
Living in doom, I prefer
Chained, broken, and awful!
Like my thoughts
I found no right path to step unto
Puzzled yet insentive
A monster I am, I guess.
As I meet each daylight's greetings
It's warmth hover beneath my skin
Little did I know
My core of life wanted nothing but sorrow.
Poor rays of Mr. Sunshine
Greatly hopes it'll never defy me next time
Maybe my core will loosen
Hoping dark love to leave me for eternity.
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PoetryIf you feel lost, it doesn't mean you're suppose to quit. Life's a season. So feelings does.
