A scream pierces my aching ears,
the call of a deathly being,
there it goes again.
is it near?
where is it coming from?
am i the only one that can hear it?
why is it screaming?
is it in pain?
what is it?
looking through what seems like.
a dark and dangerous woods
getting deeper and deeper
following the sound of the
scream
what seems like the core of the woods
the screams stops.
in front of me, is a old tree house.
why would it lead me here?
why in a dark place?
why me?
the darkness, the coldness
it seems to be sucking the life out of me.
'what life? there's nothing left of you now'
darkness is all around
there's nothin that i can do
the sun has turned black and the moon red
it seems like the darkness
is overtaking my empty form
i spin around and look
looking for a way to get out of this state
Seems like nothing could fix me.
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poetry
Poetrymy thoughts and hopes about the world and myself. Just put in the form of poetry.
