At the bottom of the seabed, where the precious bodies laid
Their memories are now lost but their shadows are near
They tried to warn us
The innocent souls
So sweet and timid
But their time is now at bay
Dead, lost, and forgotten
They now walk with us as shadows
So dark, light cannot reach us
We then perish and they go back to their masters
May we rest in peace
All of humanity
-Anna
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
Dark Aftermath
PoesiaGraveyard for dark thoughts "Dark thoughts and careless whispers became the shadow of the person I once was". . . . . . I am entering a new chapter of my life and I am grateful for seeing more light than darkness now. Here's a collection of poems...
