My name is Jani and I am an amateur poet at best. I am a sensitive soul, at times maybe too much so. I believe in the beauty of sadness and pain, after all.. What is bad for your heart, is good for your art.
In total darkness the blackness consumes each of my heart's stone cold rooms. No key can open these soldered doors, that guard what's left of this love of yours. Your lethargic presence is killing me. This tumor outgrows me constantly. It covers all of these dampened cells, to your torturing love, I bid farewell. My empty eyes, a remnant of soul tearing cries Like blood that casts a shadowed loss, My heart is consumed by scarlet moss.
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