Poet Introduction I read and wright a lot of poetry. It's something nice you can just pick up from your bedside table and lap up slowly as you drift into sleep, but also you can enjoy it while your awake.
Acting fake, tired of love cutting my heart, tried forever to get myself back to reality, once again lost and lonely.. Wiping the tears away, this pain is just to real for me to stay so I'm gonna pack my bags and runaway..
Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds, it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.
So alone in this dark dredful hole... Buried and Trapped into cold darkness, lost and transforming into maggot food, hearing screams and kids crying... Smelling human flesh being burnt off their bodys into nothing but ashes.