Desserped

The depressing thought
the thought that brings you to the ground
it creeps closer and closer as you sleep
digging deeper and deeper as you breath
Killing your heart, the wrath of darkness
digging it’s claws, embedding its life
into the victims own mind
making them Psyche
We try to fight back
but it’s quick, it’s smooth
we try to turn away but it brings us back in
Their smooth and dark love
sucking the life
right out of our soul
the only thing that is right
We drop to our knees begging for mercy
they look into our eyes
and say
“This is your doing”





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