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The Mourge ( poetry)

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BlueBurnsBlack's picture
on June 27, 2019 - 4:33pm

Sitting alone in confinement, my heart aches, shattered, ripped apart, I feel the inevitable blundering of death slowly creeping in... oh dark angel, won’t you take me away from here? Take me to a place I belong? I feel like there’s no one who will care if I leave this place today....

Oh dark angel the pain is unbearable, it feels like something’s gripping my throat, squeezing, these terrors, gripping my throat, squeezing....

So sleep.

Just sleep.

If only the person I wanted to read this had an account on here.