Worry picks at my flower.
"He loves himself."
"He doesn't love himself"
Falling petals of my sanity,
That leads to my insanity
Why is my seed too deep?
It's so hard to breathe,
I can't even leap.
I feel an extra hand around my arm,
An extra soul around my void,
Telling me it's time.
I can see the chrome of this problem solver.
Reflecting my worthless attempts at happiness.
Reflecting the broken life I sank into.
Reflecting the family members that can't reach me
Reflecting the shell that I can't crack.
Reflecting the pain that falls down from my eyes
It reflects my regret.
And I bet,
After I do this,
I'll be a free soul in the name of hell.
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The Raven's Hymn
Poésie"A wonderful moonlight, Shines on your soul. It illuminates a sillhouette, Of waves that cause havoc With haphazard directions of agony. Let the raven welcome you to it's domain, And sing unto you, The symphony of many." Highest ranking in inspiring...
