Darker Times In The Rabbit Hole

Innocent, naïve, pure-hearted, unblemished, and untainted to the true acute, cutthroat , hellish, and woeful blows fate would soon deliver

Burning, crashing, crumbling, corroding , wasting universe where the first cut was so savagely, ferociously, uproariously, coarsely given

Dejection, rejection, mournfulness, detachment, came the cocktail of my addiction to any anesthetizing, narcotizing , and desensitizing temporary cure to the memoranda procured by recollections of you

Drunken, depressed, misanthropic , malicious , and merry in hours teasing the imagery of all I had given now soiled in regretful rectifying circumstance

So youthfully foolish as to why the affliction calamity crucifying my psyche was thrumming restlessly and just would not go dormant

So I journeyed further down that rabbit hole

Until I found my footing and my sobriety on the other side

Only after I had murdered my self a thousand ways

And a million different damn times





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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