Empty night skies,
Stars collapse under it's weight,
A full moon in darkness,
Hides its hand in shadow.
Awake, I lie in bed,
Outside the wind whispers my name,
Begging me to join it in flow,
I turn away and shut my eyes.
Alone I sit in my head,
Waiting patiently for madness,
I hear her sobs,
I know it approaches.
Louder grows the noise,
Her shape takes form,
I know what's next,
I still dread.
A low horn echoes,
The wind rushes faster,
She screams my name,
I hear metal crush bone.
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Blissful Incompetence
PoetryThis will be my poem dump. All my crappy poems and shitty thoughts all compressed into one place. Aren't you just so lucky to read them? For real though, most of this will be personal-esque poems and writings and most will probably be going over so...
