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No Escape
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Self Loathing I’m alone in a darkened room
Laying curled up on the floor
With silence haunting; heavy clouds
The rain bleeds down, ever more.
The cold air slithers round
Wrapping its eager piercing claws
Around my throat, so tightly bound
Numbing my heart of everything but flaws
Tears stream like rivers
Out of my blackened waterfall spouts
Damning the world of happiness
While I’m living in my world of doubt
This floor is cracked and jaded
This soul a mirror of what’s felt
Erasing all the good that lay prints
Searching for hidden sunshine to melt
Beautiful
This is amazing, I had to step back and reread this atleast 5 times. So dark and detailed I can only speculate you know these feelings well and broke them down and bled them to paper. Amazing
"Some people die at 25 but buried at 75" Benjamin Franklin
Thanks so much. <3 Sometimes
Thanks so much. <3 Sometimes writing is the only way I feel some sort of relief. Thanks for taking the time to read some of my writing.
**if it's an eye for an eye, then we'll all go blind.**
Thanks Carcass :) It's nice
Thanks Carcass :) It's nice knowing someone digs my writing.
**if it's an eye for an eye, then we'll all go blind.**
Your writing style is very
Your writing style is very creative, I'll definitely be reading more of your work