G-R-O-U-N-DA Poem by Ghoul
Lord I want to you to bend down and touch the ground
Take the darkened plans into your hands In the soil is where I lay you'll find my soul there Press your palms into the dirt Lift me up from the ground Take the soaked ink from my wings brush them clean Bury yourself under my skin write the words upon my back before you stab it The sky is so much cleaner than the ground My wings remain dry
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2 Reviews Added on September 6, 2018 Last Updated on September 6, 2018 Tags: depression, anxiety, psychology, death, suicide, life, love, hate, time, eating disorder, disorders Author
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