Goats flood the field,
waiting for nothing.
You sit cheating me out of happiness,
I receive nothing.
I'm raw and filled with pain,
Blemishes cover my body,
Almost to claim. No, they stain
What could be beautiful.
The nearest escape only worsens it,
At a menacing pace my mind goes to place I shouldn't be,
Dressed in ice, red is the only color I can comprehend.
Let me see! Let me see.
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Author:
Tomo (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 21st, 2018 19:57
- Category: Sad
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