Down under the darkness where all the souls lie,
Screaming, decieving, praying to die.
When all that is left is the scars from all memories,
Followed by tradgedy and heartbreaking worries.
But wait, don't stop yet;
It doesn't stop there.
The worlds just starting to fade,
And there's no one to care.
Until one last standing soul will remain.
That soul happens to be me
As I lie deep in pain.
Begging for help with no one to call to,
Until the water that once was so seemingly blue,
Begins to run a weary red,
Carrying blood... from the dead.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry
PoetryJust some poetry I wrote. All of it is from when I was between ten to twelve, so no hate.
