Hatred.

Hatred.

A Poem by Wraith.

My mind is running laps 
Leaking and trickling 
Making my nerves fritter
Chugging thoughts so broken
one leading to another
there is a delay
tracks obstructed
captain beefheart and smokey rooms
vomit and unclean spoons

© 2014 Wraith.


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Wraith.
Wraith.

warwickshire, United Kingdom



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