A bone-deep ache, I hover awake
Midnight's cold, stoic and alone
Trembling in the night, soaring in the wind
The clouds grey, and pattering rain
Cold stone and endless roads, stretching ahead with twisted regret
Hatred ahead, warnings behead
A bone-deep ache, I hover awake
Midnight's cold, stoic and alone
Cobblestones wet, red with regrets
I worry awake, in twisted ways
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Author:
Irene Luzhin (Pseudonym) (
Online) - Published: January 29th, 2026 05:29
- Comment from author about the poem: What do you lovelies do when pissed?
- Category: Gothic
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