I invite you to a place
where songs unsung
will echo through
the shivering walls.
This place is familiar
yet welcome to the unknown.
It's somewhere you get lost in
and doors cease to exist.
A place where ghosts exist
and they feed off of blood.
Where nightmares are formed
and where they come true.
It is everywhere, it is nowhere
It's in everything you find.
This is an introduction to my mind.
Care to pay a visit some time?
YOU ARE READING
dust untouched
Poetrydust untouched from the clutter in an abyss we call "minds" in various styles // trigger warning. please do be careful. highest rank: #38
