You bleed for a forgiveness you cannot foresee

Breathing in the hinted passing of a penetrative era of enamored eternity

Buried by your brutal hands covered in your own life blood

Flowing carcass bestowed in your own memorial of mayhem

Sheets stale with summer,winter,autumn regrets raging and reminiscing

Suffocating for a reason to stay alive

Hanging yourself with nylon lit lies or blowing out your metallic numbed brain matter

Threads loosen as the whole foundation falls

Stress seething and molding all









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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