My lungs fill and inflate
With taunts and hate.
They exhale ambition and desire:
A strange fire.
I burn in the flames
As they watch my bones crumble to dust.
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Venting In Verses
PoetryI vent here through my own poetry. The first few pieces aren't that good but I'm keeping them up to track my progress. So... enjoy, I suppose!
