she loves her while he loves him
but he love her
the rain is crying in poison blood
the trees are torn
His heart is yet to become a monster
who kills black hearts
my skin is grey
my lips is pale
my hair is fading away
my fingers tremble
this room is sucking up away my air
cant breathe in a locked room
drenched in my own sweat of regrets
the bed is broken
where most of my dreams are happiness
now it has turned into a nightmare
my shadows are angry
YOU ARE READING
deadly flower
Poetrya wild pieces of thought will run through a thousands of questions no answers but a clever way of understanding -poetry
