She's scared
when her soul is bared
on a darkest night
She traveled weak and weary
But she found the other side of her mind
What she fought so hard to leave behind
She can still feel it there
Lingering
Saying her prayers
She doesn't want to go back there
Running uselessly
It can smell her alive
Pretending , faking happiness
to hide what's inside
(I know you're still there)
Wanting her , pursuing her
(I can feel you pull me down)
But she can't run from the madhouse
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Field Of Darkness
Poetry"And i was in darkness So darkness I became" - Unknown This is the sequel to Field Of Roses. Please keep reading and voting! ♡♡
