From UnknownA Poem by The Poet of Black Wings
Slithering black
Serpentine beast, Swirling in my head. Whispering nothings And fractures of madness Under my ability to hear. Mouthing insanity past it's fang. It creeps in slowly, Subtly pushing out all else. Replacing bits and pieces, Filling in the voids. Melding into the mind Until it's thoughts are Indistinguishable from your own. © 2016 The Poet of Black Wings |
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The Poet of Black WingsAbouti hope my poems, among other writings, will speak for me. Edit - Full disclosure, if you ask me to read something, I will, and I'll be brutally honest about what I think about it. So, be ready for .. more..Writing
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