Lamentations
By: Nicolas N.
Woe besets me,
as I continue down this abyssal spiral.
The golden cord of hope,
too far for me to reach.
I claw at the walls of my prison,
while my life slides down in crimson rivers.
A broken heart,
to match a broken mind.
Pluck upon the strings of my heart,
they no longer play joyous melodies.
The flames of passion,
shall be my funeral pyre.














Comments
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"And thusly your wonderland crumbles."
^_^;
Courtney.
--
bleed
a w a y
your
v a i n i t y,
locked inside those
b r o k e n
veins
--
"And thusly your wonderland crumbles."
--
bleed
a w a y
your
v a i n i t y,
locked inside those
b r o k e n
veins
--
"And thusly your wonderland crumbles."
--
--courtney
--
bleed
a w a y
your
v a i n i t y,
locked inside those
b r o k e n
veins
--
"All writers have multiple personality disorder, we just channel it in a different way than non-writers."
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