Sugar coated hatred. Lives, flickering in a graveyard. Tiny strands of hope, broken at the slightest touch, lost forever.
Tag: dementia
Ceased To Be.
Longing to feel, the broken glass, in the pit of my stomach, The twists and turns, seams of red, are but reminders, A better day? Perhaps not, A better dead? Perhaps yes, Unbeknown to me are the pleasures, that a Darkness holds,