Poetry
My soul is translucent Bearing an entity nasty and charred Or maybe My agony isn't red enough My screams pierce my ears And I'm sure the wing carried them Or maybe It's just white noise Miasma surrounds me It constricts my lungs Or maybe I've just forgotten how to breathe My eyes are stolid, my skin is slit Beads on the floor glisten and gleam Or maybe Scarlet blends in well with the darkness Their eyes are stinging With memories of me I hope So maybe I'll get to live after I die ⭐⭐