The Pit is a dark labyrinth
Filled with traps and tricks.
I live in this Pit.
It's twists and turns are confusing
And it's riddles are tricky.
Most of the time I have a choice.
Each path.
Left or right?
I choose left and fall further.
I'm more lost than ever.
Will I ever escape this Hell Hole?
Or will I just keep getting more lost and confused?
Soon the darkness will close in
And there will be no more me.
I'll be stuck in the Pit forever.
But this time
In the Pit that is six-feet under.
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Poetry for Dark Souls
PoetryThis collection of poems has been gathered over the years. All of these are dark and lined with depression. I hope that one day, there will be no need to write such things, but for right now it's my outlet.
