the idea of death.

[ren]

There are cemeteries that are lonely, graves full of bones that do not make a sound, the heart moving through a tunnel, in it darkness, darkness, darkness, like a shipwreck we die going into ourselves, as though we were drowning inside our hearts, as though we lived falling out of the skin into the soul. that was a short poem i made. hope u liked it!

[London.]

cool

[Sarah2025]

Wicked cool!

[London.]

emo kid

[ren]

GET OUT says u.

[London.]

emoooo

[ren]

says the person who likes ellie

[London.]

says the person that likes everyone

[ren]

only the shopping lis-

[London.]

and me

[ren]

nah

[London.]

you sure

[London.]

you act like you do

[ren]

damn it - my secret is spilled, im gay. /j

[London.]

was it really a secret?

[A Former User]

Nice poem! a bit dark tho... like your username!

[A Former User]

not a shocker

[Sofii]

@dqrkk real