your icy tendrils grip my heart
you claw at my gut
my head reels from you
I am unable to escape
though I run
knowing I can’t slow down
because at every turn
there you are
why do you pursue me so
you stalk me
you hunt me down wherever I am
the only relief it seems
will come from death
whether it be of me or you
I know not
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You and your “bad poetry!” lol This is WOW powerful! I hope you felt better after you wrote it and got it out of you. I always do! The pics from deviantart are always perfect for poetry!
As I googled the world guilt in images, I was thinking there was no way there was going to be a good picture for it! But, there was!
I use a lot of deviant art for my poetry. The artists on there always seem to have a picture for the emotions that I was feeling when I wrote the poetry!
My apologies, dear. I didn’t get drunk last night, but I did pass out at around 8 PM. I haven’t been sleeping much, so the beauty sleep did me good. I’m more beautiful than ever, if possible. I feel a big drunk night coming on soon. Cheers!
So are you saying you’re feeling “guilty” about not getting drunk and emailing me?? lol Glad to hear you got some much needed rest. Just so you know, your soul doesn’t need beauty sleep, because it’s beautiful already. 🙂