Poems from ToxicInyx

I write to purge. I write for hope and pain. For love and to keep me sane.
If I were a color, I’d be grey   Soul no longer dictated, but not yet light   If I were real, I’d be okay      I’d speak, but I...
An angel can't fly with defeathered wings. This angel won't cry, Nor will she sing. Beaten and bruised Tattered and worn. As pretty as a...
Freed Freed from your shackles, Freed from the bind. Freed from the limits Of a human mind. Freed from the problems, The worries of life....
The 29th of October, in the chilly fall weather a small young girl visible in the hospital light. By her babies’ beautiful form she is...
Her skin so pale Chalk white Even as dawn breaks of the Horizon. Her tricolour eyes watch Grafather sun rise Wet sorrow melts the colours...

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