no words for the unspoken minutes
writings from the unknown
presence unwanted
appearance with no image and silence in the dark
numb,
voiceless,
and silence in the dark
numb,
voiceless, and lifeless
neck cut,
bleeding, and unalive
swollen,
breathless, and worthless
im left out...
my opinions dont exist and my rights are lost
writings found,
and silence unnoticed
survival is unappealing,
and death is my solution
crying myself to sleep...
one by one,
each tear leads one step closer to my death...
IM SLOWLY DYING...
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Writings From The Unknown13 (
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- Category: Gothic
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Comments4
Good write
I enjoy that while you say you're 'slowly' dying the tempo of the writing seems fast and choppy almost; nice dichotomy
I enjoy that while you say you're 'slowly' dying the tempo of the writing seems fast and choppy almost; nice dichotomy
Good write
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