As it draws in a breath for its next attack
I ready myself self for the pain it will bring along
With a war cry of shattering tears I solidify mind
In hopes that this unending darkness will just disappear into the midnight starry sky and leave to die.
YOU ARE READING
depressing poems
PoetryOf The Dark Hours. Where my truth spills on to pages. Where my darkness resides in letters. Where my thoughts are not soley my own. Where my Dark Hours prowl.
