The memories
of my distant past consume me,
darkness controlling my most precious thoughts.
Freefalling in my own mind,
I almost seem to remember
the happiness that was once mine.
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Gentle Screams and Glass Figurines
Poetry"Nothing can protect us from the human screams, as the fire of anarchy intoxicates our once innocent minds." ~~~~~~ A collection of poems about life, death, and everything in between. Dark, deep, and horror poetry intended to make you think abou...
