Delicately RottingA Poem by NymphetamineDamePretty much just came up with this at a time when I wasn't feeling great. Sometimes I do feel as if I am dead inside.
There's nothing special in the air
Nothing clean moves my strands of hair No illumination will light up my skin, now I feel dirty. My blank eyes, without color My heart, without a heartbeat I am dead inside, you see? There is no happiness in death.
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StatsAuthorNymphetamineDameNew Brunswick, CanadaAboutWriting is one of my many passions. I am hoping to use this website more often than I have in the past. Feel free to comment or review my work. I appreciate the time and the consideration. more..Writing
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