The Reap

drgnchaser

I close my eyes

yet still I weep

as the knife cuts so deep

my blood seeps

towards that endless sleep

into the abyss I leap

my soul ready for

the reap...

  • Author: drgnchaser (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 30th, 2016 02:38
  • Comment from author about the poem: I suffer from schizo effective tendencies, I hear voices really bad all the time, sometimes not the best voices either. I am suicidal when really depressed and instead of acting on the impulses I right it out in poetry. It sometimes helps to get it out of me constructively. I hope you enjoy and understand why I am so dark at times.
  • Category: Gothic
  • Views: 21
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  • Kruits

    This is amazing. Well done!



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