Lying in the darkness Crying softly in my bed So many morbid thoughts Slowly drifting through my head
Tag: morbid thoughts
Guns do not kill; the people who use them do.
“Compelling;” says Kyle, “spell it.”
Morbid Thoughts
Morbid thoughts suffocate my mind A desolate sadist sitting anlone No corners to hide in Nowhere left to turn Despise every breath I take Hating each beat more than the last Detest the thing I’ve become Nothing more than a pitiful failure Disgusted at my own reflection Repulsive face of a wench Finger the scars… Continue reading Morbid Thoughts