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BeautifulDarkness18

If you don't learn to write your own story, someone else will write it for you

27 poems·Since November 2017
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Begin Again

November 10, 2017

Take my soul

Take my heart,

My body,

And my mind 

I can't use them anymore 

 

These hands 

Covered with the sins of my past

Cut me open

Bleeding darkness

 

Nothing's real

Nothing makes sense 

Emptiness chills my bones 

My heart is shattered 

Leave my fragments to rot

 

Steal my innocence 

Pierce me,

Until there's nothing left 

Just ash and sorrow

A lonely single beat 

 

Sheading my thorns 

Carving lies 

Withering petals 

Drinking red from my roots 

Blinding white fades to black 

As the last petal falls 

 

 

 

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