“Worries etched in despairs Blood”

My winged and wounded soul.
My shadow drawn back.
I walked on clinging to memories of lost desire.
Beyond desire I walked on lost souls.
In the shadows of my own abyss.
I smell and hear desire.
I smell and feel lost souls.
The sweet voices of faith, that I have lost.
My Edge Of Despair.
My Stomach Knotting.
That empty Feeling that won’t go away.
Yet I am afraid to act.
Yet terrified to Live or Die.
I merged and despaired.
I am lost.
Yet I am here.
Blood stained memories.
My worries etched in despairs.
By Oscar