1, 2, 3. 1,2,9. 3,6,5. 10,38,21. 1,2,3. 1,2,3.
It counts perfectly its steps.
Burning holes in the souls it dances upon.
And making claw marks on the thoughts it made its walls of,
And breaking the branches of its so called "trees".
Plus crushing the the dreams its formed its ceiling from.
An intruder of lights home, leaves it trashed and broken.
And darkness laughs as it disappears out the door still waltzing the night away.
. By-Aj Phenixice
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PoesiaCreepypasta poem's Written by Mwa and Cat7879/Phenixice ( Jade and Alyssa( Alyssa also known as A.J.) (Jade,me, also known as J.))
