Eyes freeze as the colour spectrum masks the room.
Blue rug, green rug, red rug, boom.
Mind explodes.
Ground erodes.
The devil speaks,
"you have ruined the Lord's antiques."
Ground suction,
Unholy abduction,
Goodbye child,
Goodbye.
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Broken Souls
PoetryA collection of dark poems I have wrote in regards to various mental disorders, as well as heavy life problems including substance abuse, violence and poverty.
