Corner
There's a cold dark corner
in the back of my room,
it speaks to me
says I'm coming for you.
As I lie on my bed
in the fetal position,
my eyes are closed
hoping and wishing.
Maybe that one day
my dreams will come true,
that I don't have to be here
so down and so blue.
The corner keeps talking
about how I'm going to die,
all I can do
is lie there and cry.
As the corner gets closer
and takes me in,
my soul starts to burn
as so does my skin.
My bones shall lie there
turning to dust,
my bed surrounding
nothing but rust.
its pulling me in
nothing can stop it
theres no going back
Im stuck in its pit
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dark corner
Poetrya storty about how i fei thought the devil was going to get mey grand farther about how lt when i had lost me eg. monster
