I stare at a shadowed wall
Standing down from the hall
And I see my reflection
Black, but pale
A twisted fairytale
My snow black complexion
I know not of where I came
For every moment is the same
My brain contains no questions
My hands are cold
Young, but so old
Seeming like life is forever
But life lies
So say goodbye
Because it could end whenever
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Welcome to the Darkness
PoesíaThis isn't about depression or sad stories. It's strange, twisted poems that are mildly creepy.
