Jul 2021
my facade slowly being torn
delicately ripping little by little
letting darkness seep through
lovingly caressing my soul
tugging on it, pulling me back halting me,
paralysing me
until I cave, and I am finally drained
delicately ripping little by little
letting darkness seep through
lovingly caressing my soul
tugging on it, pulling me back halting me,
paralysing me
until I cave, and I am finally drained
the best poems are always when the outside world is dead and your mind is finally set free.
