Maybe it's morbid
Maybe it's my dream
Perhaps a desire...
Or a random thought that dances its way into my mind
Memories...
As I ate the meat from the demon spines...
Drenched in angel blood
I rejoice and laughed at what the mortals thought I was
Unleashed from forbidden skies and worshipped by souls living in the lake of fire
I'm not sure what my heart is,
Something takes over sometimes,
Hahaha.... Then we go jump in the fire
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I can hardly breathe. The sadness in my throat is as tight as a rope that has been tied in a dozens knots. The muscles in my face attempt to move, but they are as a stagnant pond. I try to swallow but I just feel exhausted. Putting my feet on the floor, feels like an impossible feat. This is not how I was supposed to be as an adult at all. I was supposed to grow up and be confident, energetic and happy, not depressed.
By Rowan Finley about 13 hours ago in Poets
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