Knife to my throat,
I laughed at them,
I was actually glad,
"About damn time." I replied.
Shot of your gun,
I don't get frightened,
Rather looked at you with a smile,
That you surely returned.
Charging energy,
Force of battle,
Getting off on the lies,
Irritated by the slowed flames.
Flashing lights all around me,
I get so scared,
Are they coming for me?
I run back.
My fears, they chase me,
I want to return,
But I jump right in,
In my oblivion.
A trap to keep me safe,
A world to keep me hidden,
They said it was for the better,
But yet...I couldn't agree.
I kept banging on the door,
The non-existent door,
Black ink made it's way out of my eyes,
My hatred was growing.
I sank to my knees,
Sobbing for my life,
Could not fall asleep,
Lightly drowned in the deep.
Looking up, I looked at the door,
Taunting and teasing me,
Finally I kicked it,
And it finally opened.
But this was different.
Dressed in a clown suit,
My reflection looking back at me,
As scary as it seemed,
Everything was concealed.
I walked and asked,
If I was wearing a weird suit,
A weird expression with a reply of no,
Was all there was from them.
But in the mirror,
I couldn't get rid of it,
It laughed at me and urged,
To continue my little game.
Cause this was never going to end.
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A Universe Of Mystery✧
PoetryThe second book for: My Book Of Poetry I hope you enjoyed my last book and that this book will as fun(ish), better and even enjoyable than my last. If you're reading this book first, then I hope you love/like it. This book may include triggers such...
