ink comes spilling through my veins
the shadows call for my soul.
ill be dead by nightfall.
i rise with the fallen,
i fall with the damned
i chew on rotting flesh.
time turns my body round,
i grind on blackend death.
the sun is setting once again,
and under rocks i hide.
the night will come to claim my soul,
my spirit guides to brighter sides.
and so i write
and write i so,
it conquers blindly
on i go.
Author notes
no idea where this one came from...
how is it? be gentle
Comments
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WOW!!! That's so awesome! You really are such an incredible writer! This is probably your most potentially dark poem...out of the norm for you. I really love it.
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