DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, what is worse than shame? HUMILIATION:\


rumors fly up in the high

in the above in my ears in my skies

get my squirms of death into the rays of the red dies

and the humiliate in the tides

shed the tears in silence I fear they collide

with looks of disgust and shame they rise upon my eyes

just like an equivalence of the delves of the deep

from them of a cut to dig drips and swallow grief

arise arose arosen awake awoke awoken

trap me unnoticed and leave me broken in the heart swollen

fed on lies unspoken surrounding in the field

am I a prisoner in hell or even better in Tolkien???

I craved and carved the woods into a shade of a pink that I need

till you put the greed and stole in brief with no feels

want me dead then demand I alive to up come

burning and whipping regrets of the twos with the fives

if I not to remember wrong

counting stars and fleeing out just all in an empty round about


                                                                                     ------ravenfeels