It creeps its way back,
from years ago.
I want the world to cut me some slack,
but it can't, oh no.
Can't you see
that I'm forced to care?
Can't you see
how I just don't care?
Lethargy
taking over me.
Slowly
it kills me in its deathly
cave, surely.
Leave me,
be gone you disease.
You just want me to fail miserably
you just want to see me get down on my knees
in defeat,
under Death's sheet.
I'll kill you some day,
in a non-depressive way.
So, mark these words I say.
Before I float away.
And curse someone else's heart.
Take someone's soul.
I always knew that this was just the start.
That you'll be back soon for my silver soul.
But, next time,
no, I don't want there to be a next time.
Next time,
I'll be immune
to your blood maroon,
you'll come around,
without a sound,
once in a blue moon.
But I'll find a way to kill you again, surely,
but if I don't, you will be the death of me.
Ghostly,
ghastly,
deathly
lethargy.
Chalky,
sickly,
peaky
lethargy.
Get away from me,
don't you dare touch me,
stay away from me,
you can't ever touch me.
You're deathly.
You're sticky.
You're ghostly.
You're chalky.
You're ghastly.
You're pesky.
You're nasty.
You're lethargy.
You make me numb,
unproductive and dumb.
So numb,
so unproductive and dumb.
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Finding the Edge (Volume Two)
Poetry👽👽👽👽👽👽👽👽👽👽👽👽👽👽 Auns Second Wattpad Poetry Book. Referred to as Volume Two of Aun's poetry book series on Wattpad, an evolutionary series where all books differ stylistically and thematically, are still different from one another but st...
