Hounds. Blaque Hounds.
Sounds. Everywheres, Terrors.
Tearz, Unending.
Knowing... It's Coming.
Seeing. Seeing, So Much While My Life Is Fading. Light: The Hurting Is Easing.
Bleeding. Bleeding...Wounds.
These Wounds are hurting,
I’m fragile, my heart is bleeding.
There is so much terror, it’s scary,
I am slowly fading, so much burden to carry
- Authors: Broken Ankh (Pseudonym), domilla
- Visible: All lines
- Finished: October 5th, 2023 13:32
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- Comment from author about the poem: The Absolutions Ov "The Darque", Phamily.
- Category: Love
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