i devoured the sun,
but now i can't see
what im writing.
ink in darkness,
black on black.
it isn't as great as i'd originally thought.
YOU ARE READING
the remains
Poetryspontaneous poetry written while overcoming some of life's many obstacles. ❝i cried tears you'll never see, so fuck you. you can go cry me an ocean and leave me be.❞ ▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁ COLLECTION NO.1 #125 in poetry © wraiths™ 2015
ambitious milky-way-swallower
i devoured the sun,
but now i can't see
what im writing.
ink in darkness,
black on black.
it isn't as great as i'd originally thought.
