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.
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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Long Dead
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