RagnarokA Poem by PeytonLava stare I beseech you, Melt me down, And suffer me briefly for I fear the falling feather, and its cold, lifeless, drop. A slave of the wind.
What is this Ragnarok that f***s with my brain cells? Pitting dopamine versus serotonin in a draconian c**k-fight for a single day's happiness. Ragnarok, I say, so abusive, intrusive and starved for attention that I'm compelled only to yearn, Yes, yearn!
For that lava stare. Melting. me. down.
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StatsAuthorPeytonGreenwich, NYAboutHi there. I have a lot of trouble writing about myself, so I will keep this short. I'm 23, going to college. I write as I way to express my strange thoughts, and to distract myself during difficult ti.. more..Writing
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