Within the shadows of grief and what not,
My soul still seeks a companion,
Not to love, but to rot,
In genuine fear,
He shall sought,
Within such shallow breaths,
He stares at my deteriorating corpse,
He let's out a shriek so infuriating it stabbed like a million swords.
-lyss
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PoetryHey, everyone! This book is just going to be a bundle of my poetry or just anything that comes to mind. I do hope to improve my writing, so please give me some honest feedback. Thank you! WARNING: Dark themes that may be triggering for sensitive rea...
