Varying Grotesqueries

Discussion in 'Poet's Corner' started by Prof.Bruttenholm, Aug 17, 2013.

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  1. Prof.Bruttenholm

    Prof.Bruttenholm Well-Known Member

    The sadness over takes the mind
    The anger over takes the form
    it destroys all kind
    it cools that which is warm

    The body becomes fragile like glass
    the mind weakened and broken
    the pain shatters on mass
    the strife does more unspoken

    The wheel continues to turn
    the screams grow every day
    the soul continues to burn
    the pain grows in every way

    with each passing hour
    the pain fills each nerve
    the taste has gone sour
    the soul begins to curve

    thoughts degrade into slop
    functions slow
    soon all will stop
    this I know
  2. total eclipse

    total eclipse SF Friend Staff Alumni

    sorry you are in such a dark hole hun i hope you can reach out to family to someone to help pull you out hugs
  3. Prof.Bruttenholm

    Prof.Bruttenholm Well-Known Member

    No, things are worse.
    I hate everything.
    I want to die,I want to die I want to die I want to die
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