Mourning in its own Light

Mourning in its own light

Attention to those unweak

Tenders do not belong here to criticize

Terrains filled with beautiful sounds


Hissing the snake like words of the haters

Craning at my thoughts

Everything to love crumbling down

Whatever they say

Antonyms for happy is how I explain them


Never ending comments

Deadly words killing many and leaving shrapnel to pierce me


Justifying the odds they will try again

Bringing darkness not light

Everything dying

Slithering along my flaws


Striking me with pressure

Everlasting hell

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