LossA Poem by Wraith.death.
A recoiling wraith skims my flesh
and I am left once more coldness branching from the spine A numbness that is raw no trace is left the clouds are curdling overhead no time exists when you wear guilt Intangible the dread consuming me negativity emanates clouding the purity all is black and the unbearable cold will alter your lungs make you feel other- worldly fragility of life I see now that all can be lost before the stars I wish I was dust once more © 2013 Wraith.Reviews
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StatsAuthorWraith.warwickshire, United KingdomAbout“I have absolutely no pleasure in the stimulants in which I sometimes so madly indulge. It has not been in the pursuit of pleasure that I have periled life and reputation and reason. It has been.. more..Writing
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