Smoldering ash, hovering
Above my dreams, covering
Every little glance of hope.
Heat like that of the blue sea
Touching the coasts, all I see
Is an ocean of desperation.
First my heart, then myself.
Wake up to my hope itself
In a dense coat of darkness.
From made up to litteral grey
To progress see only one way.
Rage fueling my mind and soul.
YOU ARE READING
Some of my dark poems I guess
RandomIf these don't make sense it ain't my fault, my mind never made sense anyway.
