The inferno in my head,
Burns like the Hell it brings.
When it's night and i'm in bed,
The inferno burns red.
Not with passion,
Not with mud.
It burns red,
It burns for blood.
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Dark Places
RandomThis is the poetry I wrote while I was in a darker place. It was mush in my mind that came out as art. I hope you enjoy it as much as i do! P.S. some of the poems at the start are a little amateur. All rights reserved. Photo credit: the internet
