hollow

A Poem by Wraith.

Skin the sickly shade of embalming fluid

Licorice lips charred by impurities in the wind

Crouching crippled on fields of waste

I'm yet to find what im looking for

© 2015 Wraith.

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Added on October 6, 2015
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Wraith.

warwickshire, United Kingdom

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“I have absolutely no pleasure in the stimulants in which I sometimes so madly indulge. It has not been in the pursuit of pleasure that I have periled life and reputation and reason. It has been.. more..