Too much pride for suicideA Poem by Wraith.
All prospects are lost Minefield of a brain Vultures have done their part Rationality meets delusion All seeing blackness Pulled out thick ropes of vein Collapsed in on myself Flesh took a big breath Convulsions in a place that isn't my own Retching and crying out the maggots heaved against each other In the cold ongoing dirt © 2015 Wraith. |
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1 Review Added on October 1, 2015 Last Updated on October 1, 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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