Gorotika
Poem Published
13th Jan 2025 1:36am
13th Jan 2025 1:36am
Expiration date
#dark
#death
#depression
#despair
#suicide
27 reads
1 Comment
Gorotika
Poem Published
13th Jan 2025 1:36am
13th Jan 2025 1:36am
Expiration date
#dark
#death
#depression
#despair
#suicide
27 reads
1 Comment
Gorotika
Poem Published
13th Jan 2025 1:36am
13th Jan 2025 1:36am
Expiration date
#dark
#death
#depression
#despair
#suicide
27 reads
1 Comment
Gorotika
Poem Published
13th Jan 2025 1:36am
13th Jan 2025 1:36am
Expiration date
#dark
#death
#depression
#despair
#suicide
27 reads
1 Comment
Gorotika
Poem Published
13th Jan 2025 1:36am
13th Jan 2025 1:36am
Expiration date
#dark
#death
#depression
#despair
#suicide
27 reads
1 Comment
Nvmb
Poem Published
Yesterday 4:14am
Yesterday 4:14am
False Dawn
Is this salvation, or another game?
A fire untamed, a voice unnamed.
I see it now, the golden light,
A fire burning through the night.
It calls my name, it speaks my truth,
A fragile promise, a reckless youth.
It lifts me high, it holds me near,
A fleeting love that hides the fear.
It feels like freedom, it feels divine,
A rushing flood, a crooked sign.
But every step, I lose my ground,
A tethered soul, forever bound.
It sings so sweet, it burns so bright,
But it’s just another endless night.
Is this...
#dark
#despair
#disappointment
#emptiness
#loneliness
32 reads
0 Comments
Nvmb
Poem Published
Yesterday 4:14am
Yesterday 4:14am
False Dawn
Is this salvation, or another game?
A fire untamed, a voice unnamed.
I see it now, the golden light,
A fire burning through the night.
It calls my name, it speaks my truth,
A fragile promise, a reckless youth.
It lifts me high, it holds me near,
A fleeting love that hides the fear.
It feels like freedom, it feels divine,
A rushing flood, a crooked sign.
But every step, I lose my ground,
A tethered soul, forever bound.
It sings so sweet, it burns so bright,
But it’s just another endless night.
Is this...
#dark
#despair
#disappointment
#emptiness
#loneliness
32 reads
0 Comments
Nvmb
Poem Published
Yesterday 4:14am
Yesterday 4:14am
False Dawn
Is this salvation, or another game?
A fire untamed, a voice unnamed.
I see it now, the golden light,
A fire burning through the night.
It calls my name, it speaks my truth,
A fragile promise, a reckless youth.
It lifts me high, it holds me near,
A fleeting love that hides the fear.
It feels like freedom, it feels divine,
A rushing flood, a crooked sign.
But every step, I lose my ground,
A tethered soul, forever bound.
It sings so sweet, it burns so bright,
But it’s just another endless night.
Is this...
#dark
#despair
#disappointment
#emptiness
#loneliness
32 reads
0 Comments
Nvmb
Poem Published
Yesterday 4:14am
Yesterday 4:14am
False Dawn
Is this salvation, or another game?
A fire untamed, a voice unnamed.
I see it now, the golden light,
A fire burning through the night.
It calls my name, it speaks my truth,
A fragile promise, a reckless youth.
It lifts me high, it holds me near,
A fleeting love that hides the fear.
It feels like freedom, it feels divine,
A rushing flood, a crooked sign.
But every step, I lose my ground,
A tethered soul, forever bound.
It sings so sweet, it burns so bright,
But it’s just another endless night.
Is this...
#dark
#despair
#disappointment
#emptiness
#loneliness
32 reads
0 Comments
Nvmb
Poem Published
Yesterday 4:14am
Yesterday 4:14am
False Dawn
Is this salvation, or another game?
A fire untamed, a voice unnamed.
I see it now, the golden light,
A fire burning through the night.
It calls my name, it speaks my truth,
A fragile promise, a reckless youth.
It lifts me high, it holds me near,
A fleeting love that hides the fear.
It feels like freedom, it feels divine,
A rushing flood, a crooked sign.
But every step, I lose my ground,
A tethered soul, forever bound.
It sings so sweet, it burns so bright,
But it’s just another endless night.
Is this...
#dark
#despair
#disappointment
#emptiness
#loneliness
32 reads
0 Comments
schizostalker1000
Poem Published
3rd Jan 2025 2:39am
3rd Jan 2025 2:39am
The voice that never fades.
All the angry voices started about 5 years ago.
a whisper close to nothing or unhearable.
They started by praising my actions and reactions
Pretending they were here to make easier my interactions.
They were kind and caring at first.
After short period of time things got worse.
They told me i didn't react the way I could.
They decided to explain the way the of their sainthood.
The way they told me to talk and to handle things quickly became evil.
The way they described the details made me never to trust other people.
At the time this started i...
a whisper close to nothing or unhearable.
They started by praising my actions and reactions
Pretending they were here to make easier my interactions.
They were kind and caring at first.
After short period of time things got worse.
They told me i didn't react the way I could.
They decided to explain the way the of their sainthood.
The way they told me to talk and to handle things quickly became evil.
The way they described the details made me never to trust other people.
At the time this started i...
#confusion
#dark
#fear #frustration
#fear #frustration
38 reads
0 Comments
schizostalker1000
Poem Published
3rd Jan 2025 2:39am
3rd Jan 2025 2:39am
The voice that never fades.
All the angry voices started about 5 years ago.
a whisper close to nothing or unhearable.
They started by praising my actions and reactions
Pretending they were here to make easier my interactions.
They were kind and caring at first.
After short period of time things got worse.
They told me i didn't react the way I could.
They decided to explain the way the of their sainthood.
The way they told me to talk and to handle things quickly became evil.
The way they described the details made me never to trust other people.
At the time this started i...
a whisper close to nothing or unhearable.
They started by praising my actions and reactions
Pretending they were here to make easier my interactions.
They were kind and caring at first.
After short period of time things got worse.
They told me i didn't react the way I could.
They decided to explain the way the of their sainthood.
The way they told me to talk and to handle things quickly became evil.
The way they described the details made me never to trust other people.
At the time this started i...
#confusion
#dark
#fear #frustration
#fear #frustration
38 reads
0 Comments
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