Please don't write me off.
This poem only available on Lush Stories This biting night is cold and lonesome: Echoes of the monstrous past Are creeping up and nipping at me, My spirit terrified, aghast. The nails of fear are ripping through me, Slicing open hidden worries; Skin in shreds and bleeding fiercely, Shining barbs fly round in flurries. Screaming voices, hate and anguish, Temporal fears solidify, This...Read On
Added: 30 Jul 2012 | Category: Love Poems |
Avg Score: 5 |
Tags: pain fear death nightmare hope plead anew
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