swallowed by the feeling of doom,
my soul is awakened,
a sharp tormenting stab,
pulls it out of the peaceful slumber,
shards of scattered emotions,
leading me to the pathway of my own failure..
broken pieces never to be fixed again,
each moment that passes a gut wrenching pain,
open wounds never to be healed again,
the continuous terror yells upon me in vain,
drop after drop again,
the ruby red gushes in disdain..
11:23pm | 21st January 2022
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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...
