poetry

Warning; very long and super gloomy. A burning in the heart, a tearing of the mind. Where to start, when one's so confined? Merely existing; a burden to bear. Severely twisting; a hurdle I swear. Exhausting, this plain of vegetation. Thus costing one more than observation. Mingled and sly is...

The place I close my eyes, I close my eyes and I find myself in a mad mad place. I close my eyes and the pain remains, you can open your eyes but the place remains. I close my eyes and I find myself in a place that shouldn't be a place. You can open, flash, your awe struck eyes, but still the...