I'm blind!
There's smoke,
A curling,
Lying,
Twisted mess of black,
Dark shadows.
She screams,
Her mind floating,
Away from her body,
Her soul disassembling slowly,
Painfully.
He cried,
His heart rate rising,
Fluctuating between fast and slow,
His mind losing control,
In an agonising way.
They worry,
Their soul twisting,
Inside out,
Their heart losing itself slowly,
And ever so painfully.
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Just A Mess
PoésieI'm not too sure as to what this is, but I often get bored and lost in my thoughts, so why not write them out? As I wrote I created poetic sentences, lines and phrases. So, I hope they can be enjoyed despite their mainly heavy topics. This book cove...
