Dark Poetry #4 |
My death |
KatKali Member
since 2008-01-03
Posts 67Where the wispers grow louder |
I’m drowning in lukewarm water, Harassing with pleasure, Dancing with fire, Holding my breath, Silk flows freely, Choking like a snake, Crawling up my leg, Weights on my feet pull me down, Diamonds peeling off my skin, I hit the bottom, Silence. Dark, |
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poddarku Senior Member
since 2008-01-15
Posts 589india |
this is the blackest of the thoughts worth thinking. |
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