the forest is as dark
like my soul with a spark
did i ever leave a mark?
i'm running out of time
so i scream and pierce the night
bleeding, like the wound in mine
i dance until they see me
i look insane and i agree
let them run towards to me
our blood is crusting fast
i'm doing everything just to last
but i feel we've just been passed
unnoticed
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the far side | poetry
Poetrydon't know what is wrong with me i feel gone i'm so reckless - a collection of poetry from the perspective of a madman
