Living in a self-made tombstone
A dim light not shown
In monotony
On cracked ribs and skeleton
Feet, I fall down
No sound playing
All I'm saying is
I can't breathe any more
My cracked ribs are sore
And I feel darkness
In my core
Of mist
And missed
Opportunities
YOU ARE READING
pomegranate tears and deep dark fears
Poetrythey call me hades because i'm dead inside