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 January 14, 2020 Swinging In Darkest Memories! | Poem November 24, 2019 I Burnt My Home! | Poem December 31, 2019 When I Sleep | Poem Leave a Reply Cancel reply This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.