Title: Dirt on the Ground Author: raspberry89
I hope to get sick And die soon someday My death couldn't come soon enough I'm tired of the delay In the agony of meantime, I am submersed I know my soul has long been cursed Believe what you will, it carries no worth I’ll speak my discord regardless, and in verse... There are no words to accurately describe My nightmare coming alive No soul bearing being could possibly contrive It is a punishment that I survive Broken is my fate Even my shadow leaves ruin in its wake All I touch I violate Into pieces my core apart breaks The remains haphazardly surround Every clump mixed into the dirt on the ground Only distinguishable is my heart as it pounds And pounds...forever, as pain has no bounds Comments on "Dirt on the Ground"
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