Loner Vinge Throat Poems
- 1. Thinking My Own Suicide
Eerie screeching in the woods,
The knotted twisted golden noose,
Vivid death, gloomy toons, gash, jagged wounds,
Art in the middle of the doleful fall,
... - 2. Woeful Night
Loner Vinge, it's matyr charm,
Beat up myself every time,
Hate myself on the high,
Lose my soul for the price,
... - 3. Myself And Death
I'm searching for company,
My soul wreaks the lethargy,
Probably empathy, probably apathy,
Hate my mind with the questioning,
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