Endings bitterly brutalize me.Long after the war has been fought in fickle manner.Torn pages still subtly turn.Burning edges and bleeding wounds that not even salt can dry.Rats circle and chatter in my mind devouring every pleasant memoir across time.Touching the endless void that has vividly and vilely scratched the sweetness from my soul.Why cry when there is nothing left but sealed tethers.



About Into Oblivion

It's a midnight Kiss from Hell A sweet spell that Poetry sells to my shadowy mind I just like writing random poetry and shit
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