I found an abandoned museum
Deep in the forest
Could be an asylum
For us and the restSculpt me, oh sculptor
I wanna be as perfect as her
She has a lover
And a place free from dangerI found a room
Full of statues
And there's a pool
Of blood and mudI looked up
And there's the sculptor
With a hundred corpses
Hung up with a stringI 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 meOne by one
Their organs were dug out
Their bodies turned to stone
And their faces were perfectedMy turn was next
But I found an exit
No one survived, one was max
Because they turned to statuesI ran
But the statues turned to life
I was spun
By the sculptor and his wifeHis wife was a stone
And he was too
I realized, I was the only alive one
So I became strongAnd fought all the statues.
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Can be a dreadful song too :)
YOU ARE READING
Surviving
PoetryDrowning 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...