eohA Poem by Wraith.
Chronic depression infiltrates like august air
blood turned sour Cut the wire watch it draining out I'm murmuring to myself when I've drank too much screamed from my eyes snippets of veins into the shape of a heart
© 2015 Wraith. |
Stats
48 Views
Added on December 9, 2015 Last Updated on December 9, 2015 Author
Wraith.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
|
Share This
Email
Facebook
Twitter
Read Request
My Library
Subscribe
Flag Writing