I fall when summer ends


Tip toeing the trail of self destruction

Teetering on the edge on insanity

Submerged my soul in sulfuric acid

Sewed my eyes shut from reality

It's over when you can't break down

There's nothing left to destroy

It's all deteriorated

                       rotten

 

Nothing will bloom again

 

You would never see the fog at night

If it weren't for the moon

A strange glow that exposes the heavy dark

An ominous feeling

                       in which I have found comfort

 

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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