I'm slowly dying
Dying inside of my heart
Dying inside of my breathe
Slowly watching moments fall apart
Like rain falling through the light and dark
Turning into snow flakes
Angels falling, falling, falling to earth
Thousands of angels calling, calling, calling in search
Of my lost wondering soul
I throw my thoughts like snowballs
into the distance beyond what I perceive
yet I can't seem to escape my repeating heart
dragging me into my minds foreshadowing, themed by a sirens harp
I try to turn back from all of this torment
but I can't withdraw from these temptations
temptations to know what could be my fate
temptations to solve from coming to be
The Art Comet is a poetry and literature blog by Anthony Souls. Read quotes, haiku, poetry, commentaries, and more!
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