the dead...
grief ephemeral
all happiness carries with it
the seed of its own end
the delight
sweet joy of my flesh
forever
barely sleeping drinking too much
the tick tock of death
my despair never left me
but before i had gone crazy
crazy and bad
i had lost my heart
it was too late
terrible
when i grow again
YOU ARE READING
my darkest mind
Poetryoh, 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...
