Scratching at the doors, clawing at the floors. Drowning in the rivers of tears, pulling me further to the darkness of one's fears. No need to fight, it's all going to be alright. Swimming up for air, to a world that drowns you without a care. It's air poisonous, it's agriculture filled with pus. Accompanied by maggots and black skies, that's the world in my eyes.
Hi Austin. I just wanted you to know I have seen and read your poems. I don't always know what to say in response to them, but I hear you.
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