I'm cold
I've emptiness in my soul.
The creepiness is moving in.
It's starting to take hold.
Don't look
It's got me in it's hooks.
The creepness around me is warm.
Cradles me in it's nook.
Feed me.
It drains me - bleeds me.
The creepness whispers in the wind
No one needs me.
The Fire.
Life's burning desire.
It scorched the creepness until char.
Calls the creep a liar.
My light.
Shining deep and bright.
The creepiness feeds no more.
Left with clear sight.
This is the hell I see When I close my eyes. A reflection of what's inside. I need an escape. Something to help me go to a world I would never know. Where is this good life? Where is my reward for the
Slight vibrations on the skin. Dancing fingers, travel. Light touch, rosey blush. Lips pressed against her breast. Caressed. Warm bodies intertwined. Bumps rise, down her spine. Warm breath soothes he
I wrote a poem it sucks I showed my buddy he hated it The rhythm is completely off it doesn't even flow and there are no rhymes. It even ends in the middl