Polish the blend of clashes between the pierced walls of my furnished mind.
Tissues of love that I wonder are mine.
There is something hopeless about grasping a drastic change deferred, like a dragon roaring but no one can hear. A monster turned feral yet its snarl stutters, collapsing and burning its scales.
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Screaming Into The Void
Poetry#1 in poetry :) #1 in free verse :) Have you ever felt like it was the end? Like today was just a bad day? That no matter how many times you believe that something can happen that it just might not? That no one gives a damn at all? That all you do...
