Waterfall from my eyes;
Pained scream from my lips;
Bruised and broken from my hands;
Dead and decayed from my mind.
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PoetryA collection of my poetry. Reader be advised, there is mature content. Viewer discretion is advised.
Dying.
Waterfall from my eyes;
Pained scream from my lips;
Bruised and broken from my hands;
Dead and decayed from my mind.