🍂🍂Resting Place🍂🍂🍃🍃

I built my resting place with tiny fragments of my own intricate frail pallidity 

Hatred born from levels of a misery my broken bodice refused to escape entered through every door I left ajar

Wicked moonlight reflecting upon the still waters of my solidarity soon shaped by misjudged sludge

Like a swamping silhouette it embraced my trembling dissipating wings

Alive no more.Spat on and swatted at by toxic fingers.Rotten like a serenading sore of shrill shriveling gore

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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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