T errifying thoughts plague my-
R ealm of disillusioned functionality
A ngst filled panic sways the broken bridge of my regret filled mind
S everely swinging from hallucinatory ecstasy to the depths of a
bottomless,blood soaked grave
H uman life wasted, is forever what I am condemned to be.
Copyright © Amy Sullivan | Year Posted 2020
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