Hopelessness holding me down, my spirits sinking spiraling round.
Ever near the cracks of doom and I am going down, underground.
Lonely phantoms running skeletal fingers through my messed up hair
Pending unhappy endings awaiting me, the demons are coming , this is not fair.
Miasma curling, swirling round, screams of anguish the only sound
Even the moon desserts me, in the dark I weep in grief I am bound!
May 25, 2015 @ 22:54:53
Heavens Willow, you have a dark side. Well written and impactful.
May 26, 2015 @ 04:47:32
We all have a dark side the thing is not to cross over! 😉
May 25, 2015 @ 23:22:03
Hugs! ♡♡♡ I feel this, Willow.
May 26, 2015 @ 04:48:43
Thanks Audrey you are so insightful. ❤
May 26, 2015 @ 00:44:12
Pinned. No way out. Ouch. ❤
May 26, 2015 @ 04:49:39
There is always a chance.<3
May 26, 2015 @ 10:11:08
Hope then? Aah. ❤
May 26, 2015 @ 10:17:35
Hope is like a baby flower hiding in the bud.
We need it wake up to bloom and pray it’s not a dud
May 26, 2015 @ 10:22:33
Unless . of course it’s a milk dud,
In which case we can happily nip it in the bud.
May 26, 2015 @ 10:33:47
He he he he
May 26, 2015 @ 10:37:20
Well said, Willow. Spot on. ❤
May 26, 2015 @ 10:43:53
😉