Entry #47: Weak And Fragile (Poem)

The flesh is weak and fragile.

Unable to contain the underlying darkness within.

Erupting and churning inside.

Bubbling from my wretched corpse.

Pouring through my eyeless sockets.

Escaping between jagged teeth.

Blackening the fountain with sickly thoughts.

Thoughts forever mine, and mine alone.

- Quiet-Emerald

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