StifleA Poem by Wraith.
Lay me out
lungs for limbs choking on every mephitic draw Worn in dread Integral to the isochronism Seared its cycles into skin Every erratic spike licks upon my nerves I become gallows Endurance throwing its pallid yawn what does it mean to be below Well now you know, so utterly consumed Withdrawn back into the endless black while demons beat their backs over you Try not to submerge and sink Though chunks of your mind are lacerated left to break away into space Try to keep it sane
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Added on September 24, 2015 Last Updated on September 24, 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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