deepundergroundpoetry.com
nothingness
I thought
I was done with cycles of absurd self abuse
It seems
only death can save me from them
But the foolish instict of survival
keeps my torture alive
flesh and bones linger around
like a zombie with an emotional turmoil
And I beg
any force
to just turn me
inot nothingness
I was done with cycles of absurd self abuse
It seems
only death can save me from them
But the foolish instict of survival
keeps my torture alive
flesh and bones linger around
like a zombie with an emotional turmoil
And I beg
any force
to just turn me
inot nothingness
Published 18th Apr 2023
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 0
reading list entries 0
comments 0
reads 374
Commenting Preference:
The author encourages honest critique.
