Your breathe draws deep into the darkness.
your vision settles red in inferno.
The air pierces your shadow,
the sound burns your mind,
the walls rip your flesh,
Alas, your faith incinerates your very last being.
untended and rotten.
Life just isnt fun without depression aint it.
Interests: Poetry seems to be my greatest interest here. A few short words for an eternalty of feelings, oh what bliss...
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