ten daysA Poem by Wraith.
Silent slow steps to death
Nobody around me recognizes heart rate crawling like a legless man In the silence I can hear sadness and in my reflection, madness I am a grave, drifted All I ever needed was someone to talk to who knows how it feels to live when you're dying and there are no symptoms just rain in your head.
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Added on May 2, 2015 Last Updated on May 2, 2015 AuthorWraith.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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