Morbid echoes travel throughout
The vacant hallways of my dying soul
Intricate nightmares plague my existence
Decaying hope crushed by the weight of society
Eras of oppression mandle any sense of creativity.
Lost inside the temple of my clustered thoughts
Drowning in the seas of wandering words
Each step brings me closer towards
The hanging noose of illiteracy.
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
Sanity's Edge: A Poetry Collection
PoesiaThis book is a collection of some of my published poetry pieces, they range from depression to romance and some (rare) erotic pieces. This book contains implicit and explicit mentions of melancholy, depression, mental sickness and self-harm. For ma...
