Alone with my thoughts is a terrifying place
One thought I'm hopeless, the next I'm a disgrace
Either I have no control
Or I'm a weak fool
A shovel when I need another tool
All there is to dig's a grave
And there's no one I can save
I could sneak away to meditate in a cave
But then I might cave
It used to mean something to be brave
But these days it's all about what you crave
And not doing so
For a long while so slow
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Poetic Nightmare-Fuel
Poetrydark and narrative poems straight from my emo heart. Mostly a fantasy vibe but there are a few on thoughts in general and some more modern works, but every poem is at least mildly dark.
