The Unknown Wolves

Snipped.Red locks .Scarred irises reflecting darkness dipped in debut

Paint my eyes black to match the hue of my soul

Scarlet lipstick .Smeared.Whiskey

Faint smoke rings.Long nights.Scribbled words

Burning photographs and shredded love letters

Scented candles lit in dimmed gloom

Curtains pulled.Blinds closed.No one will ever know if I go

Lock myself away.Break this bitter depressed spell

Hell has so many searing shades

We carry it with us everyday

Close to our paper hearts folded and bent

Unrecognizable monstrosities shuffling into shifting phases of phantom peering

Years .Weathering .Fear.Fatality beckoning

Sheltered by this shell we crumple within

Cradling our sickening skins

Wearing them with the pain of living

Because we are survivors

Wolves created by crucial cruelty

Lingering in crevices unseen

To escape the sting stealing away our bones

Alone on our thrones of regret.shame.and disconnect

Too abnormal for a society of stupidity

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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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