In the eyes of this bewitching shadow,
our minty laughs are only hollow;
for we have succumbed to this inquietude,
we have succumbed to this ugly solitude;
we are now falling into this vortex,
of which our feelings hold only complex;
we are now glimpsing our desolation,
we are now rising to this temptation,
we are now falling into this sorrow,
wherein we know not to breathe tomorrow.
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poesy of doom
Poetry❝ why is nurturing sorrow like sprouting a tree, why are we not the humanitarians that we would like to be? ❞ ━ my book of poesy that drips of the warmth of saturn; the wrath of hades. do not read if you are not prepared to embrace this cryptical gl...