Channeling the divinity
doesn't feel like a win to me
but I'm blessed if I'm to be
and I'm to be me
for as long as I'm free
And even if I'm caged
Broken down and enslaved
No matter what
I'll still be conflicted and depraved
Does that mean chaos and violence is what I crave?
Is that who I am?
The words to be written on my grave?
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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.
