Starting out. Oops. Don't mind me.
Hehe... exploration. Always on my mind.
Burning inferno, uncaged, as my blood boils from lust, as my brain shuts down.
I pick up, my lust reigning, my hunger growing
It feels so good. The power...
It stops. Coldness entering. Shattering my soul into several shiny ethereal shards.
Why did it have to be this way? Could I have been better? Can I be better?
That's life; no; no.
And it ends. And the cracks grow, in unsung agony over what could be. In a dissonant symphony of harmony.
And... I let go.
And... in time...
Why did it have to be this way? Could I have been better? Can I be better than I was?
That's life. Yes. Maybe, and I do believe in you, me.
I smile. It's time to try again.
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For The Brave, For The Bleeding
PoetryA collection of poems for the strong who are fighting, for those who have somebody to fight for, for those who still knows what it's like to love till you hurt all over... A set of original works from your pocket unicorn. Feel free to comment on his...
