so notorious you are crushing life where ever you go taking souls away from naive adolescents the one gift they can never et back full of emptiness no expression lasts you long getting stronger as an opprotunity comes you way playing out your game inching closer for the win with the victim so tied aroung your finger they're mezmorized by what seem like innocent ways not looking for your blackness of heart blue flourishing mixture flowing through your body ignited by your subtle eyes commencing quivers transferring to a duration of numbness which violates my body transporting me to a stage of knowing nothing immobility, lost in what i think is love only to find i'm naive, being played like a pawn for how could it be somehing fictionous my body withers for the place where my life begins has been robed sink inside myself never to be found... you are a thief of souls sucking life from whatever is weak feeding your body so you can live for eternity you come upon a blooming flower and you leave withered specimen never to live again...
Reason for writing:
i am going through depression, and i write poetry as an
escape from life.
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