I found an abandoned museum
Deep in the forest
Could be an asylum
For us and the rest
Sculpt me, oh sculptor
I wanna be as perfect as her
She has a lover
And a place free from danger
I found a room
Full of statues
And there's a pool
Of blood and mud
I looked up
And there's the sculptor
With a hundred corpses
Hung up with a string
I started to scream
But I couldn't
Because the sculptor dragged me
He said, "You wanted this"
I was hung up for days
Watching the sculptor
But I couldn't feel any pain
But their pains were on me
One by one
Their organs were dug out
Their bodies turned to stone
And their faces were perfected
My turn was next
But I found an exit
No one survived, one was max
Because they turned to statues
I ran
But the statues turned to life
I was spun
By the sculptor and his wife
His wife was a stone
And he was too
I realized, I was the only alive one
So I became strong
And fought all the statues.
a.k
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Can be a dreadful song too :)
YOU ARE READING
Surviving
PoesíaDrowning in my thoughts Left with a scarred heart Abandoned by everything Abandoned by love Crashing into reality While my soul hits tragedy And my mind is still in the seven seas Thinking why you left a.k +++ This is my first time doing poetry. So...
