Snow white and bloodless,
pale hair frames a pale face.
Silent speeches in my head,
in a dark and empty place.

Things I should have said,
things I should have done,
will haunt forever,
the person I've become.

Alone, in guilt and regret,
alone in my heartache.
And some distant day on some distant shore,
I know with certainty I will break,

and fall through the cracks,
into darkness and despair.
It will drag me down to hell,
maybe I'll see you there.

  • Author: Thedarkside (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 16th, 2018 03:34
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 27


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