The grave misery intertwines my fate.
I walk, alone.
The rain pattering against my skin.
Doubt,
Loneliness,
Destruction,
Faith,
Depression,
Wrath,
Happiness,
Mind,
Body,
all lost in the wind.
I take off,
my right wing missing.
In an endless downfall to earth.
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Austeys Poems.
PoetryThis is my poem book, Full of poems I create in my spair time. You may find that many of my poems have a dull, dark beat to them. Enjoy my poems~
