Laying in the bathtub,
Drowning in her own sorrow
Laying in the depths of her sorry mind
She gently grasped the silver paintbrush,
It was her favorite of all
"Across to feel the pain, down to end it"
The voices surrounded her,
But they were her friends
She took her paintbrush and painted down,
Further down then ever before
The red paint dripped down her canvas,
Leaving dark red splatters across the room
It was a beautiful scenery
Much more beautiful than the blank scene that occurred before
Her screams were muffled into the night
She woke up to light,
A beautiful white gleaming light she was never introduced to before
She stood up,
But she had stumbled upon something;
Darkness.
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Poems & Short Stories
HorrorPoems and some short stories . Some are really dark. Some are happy and fun. Some are short, some are long. Do not take any of these offensively, it's just my hobby.
