Dark Poetry From A Twisted Mind

Long Dead

Death wishes consume me.

Trapped in a state
of wakefulness.

Blatantly against my will.

Dreaming of escape.

Away from this hell.

I can't breathe here.

Can't hear my thoughts.

Numb to my own emotions.

My drive to live:
Long dead.


By Insomnia
Friday, July 1, 2022
5:16 p.m.


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