Carmine Branco

Desolation

Tired, insecure, clueless 

 forever more.

Life, delusione, useless 

is how I feel. 

Wordless, foolish, despair 

is very real. 

Failure, without hope, damnation 

becomes the rule. 

Come for me, sweet death, 

come for me and set me 

free. 

Comments3

  • marlenawood

    Very intense piece ❤️

  • Carmine Branco

    Thank you

  • Ivory

    This is deep. I really liked this piece.



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