Archive, Poetry, Uncategorized Empt | Poem November 18, 2019 No Comments In times of darkness, I’m dreading love, Neediness hugs me to clone, I’m asking for her, Come this instant mistress, Make me sleep to doom, Deathra. ©sjwordsmith Advertisements Share this:PocketWhatsAppTumblrRedditTelegramMoreFacebookTwitterPinterestSkypeEmailPrintLinkedInLike this:Like Loading... borderlinepersonalityfollowandreadmoreinfamousdarkpoemssurajjangidthestigmaticmind Previous Post Next Post You may also like December 22, 2019 In This Moment | Poem November 6, 2019 Who Listens To Just Listen? | Poem November 19, 2019 Don’t Read These Words, Ah! | Poem Leave a Reply Cancel reply This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.