Nothing is sweet
A needled street
We walk on by
Our blood runs dry
A vacuum, dark
within my heart
Takes not my grief
But my belief
That the pure are loved,
rewarded and free
and everything is always
as it seems
Reality tells
so tragic a tale
Of broken dreams
and faces pale
A mourner's glee
it never flees
the dumb do speak
the blind do see
Where creepers crawl
and crawlers creep
is where I find
my peaceful sleep
few more verses! Ive been super inactive and Im so so sorry to all my fans! I swear Ill make it up to you all once I get over my mids and other similar crap. When I do update, I promise you, you wont be disappointed! :D
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Random assortment of semi-suicidal poetry
PoetryFor all those who have ever felt alone, judged, pained or unworthy of love. All my work is original so I expect my readers to respect that and not reproduce it without my knowledge. x