The bleak walls smiling with malice
It's virtual realities coming to life
It's memories causing havoc
The poor girl drawing on her skin
With blades that hid
Between the music box
In that dark corner
YOU ARE READING
Too late
PoetryCan you imagine the unimaginable? Dream the unthinkable? I guess it just comes down to words....
Depression
The bleak walls smiling with malice
It's virtual realities coming to life
It's memories causing havoc
The poor girl drawing on her skin
With blades that hid
Between the music box
In that dark corner