alone

Mon, 08/03/2015 - 06:34 -- kj177c

sitting in the middle of a crowded room

hanging on tightly to an unmarked tomb

what is this face that keeps haunting me

could this be the face of death i see

 

memories fantasies visions in my head

taunting me teasing me wanting me dead

how do i fight him what do I do?

how do i stop it if i want it too?

This poem is about: 
Me

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