Take part of the darkest of fruits and see me lose my mind.
My spirit has found repose in Angst's bosom.
Will no one save me from the bludgeoning of this life?
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Interesting poem, to attain heights we must always look up, not down. Good write.
I like the line 'why do i feel so empty? i wish nothingless was more discreet'. In just one simple line you have encapsulated an entire feeling I didn't think words could describe.