There is an endless dark pith with invisible broken stairs.
It's going endlessly.
The pith is monochrome with loneliness, and numbness, and flooded with a river of tears.
The pith is decorated with traps of ropes making her feel the emptiness and tightness in her fragile heart.
Are we not all pursued by phantoms, each unique in their binding grasp,
Monsters that shackle hearts and souls, with chains of rusted, unforgiving clasp.
Halsey
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PuisiFor the souls who are in search of life in writings and drown themselves in darkness. Just some of my random writings, in no particular genre or order... I do not authorise this book to be published anywhere but Wattpad. If this book is published o...
