The tides of my demise are going far.
See all the souls in a gleeming star.
I cant feel you anymore.
Death destruction and war.
Its the only way out it seems.
Chaos is flowing out of our dreams.
See my face and run for comfort.
Maybe someday ill give some effort.
Now its just my recovery.
Ive had enough of me.
Not in my dreams that dont feel fake.
Its the drugs that make my torn crown.
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Book / Poetry
Poem / Romance
Poem / Fantasy
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