I now lay in bed. Envisioning it.
The cool, the collected. The steel.
I've already thrown my self in a pit,
There's nothing left to gain or lose.I dream of the skyline being sliced by the sun into blood red.
Oh how beautiful the ocean is when it is tainted.
Hah. I thought it was habit I had forsaken.
Little did I know it was an infestation that would never leave. Like an idea never really leaves an inventors mind
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This is very different from my usual. But I feel different...
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Short Depressing Poems
PoetryA collection of short depressing poems written by me. Trigger Warning