Call Of The Broken. Poem by Ezra Scarlet
Call Of The Broken.
I can't see
I can't breath
Each breath I choke and wheeze.
My body twitches
My mind mutters
Please remove me from your clutches.
My skin breaks
My hands claw
I cannot live with these fakes.
The blade flies
I gasp out
Face gaunt, no more ties
Away from the lies
I say my Goodbyes.
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