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
Jul 15, 2021
Jul 15, 2021 at 1:52 PM UTC
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
the best poems are always when the outside world is dead and your mind is finally set free.
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