Strange voices reside in my head,
But silence is a selfish wonder.
Dark creatures that rattle my bed,
And I am but a curious blunder.
Steps and movements alert the crowd;
Silhouettes of undying beings.
Yet there I lie, I still, unbowed;
The prime, he stands near leering.
I walk, I fall, I turn around,
I see their features clearly.
The gong is yet to make a sound;
To run afar, escaping.
Rusting nails clawing my skin;
The bastard's surely failing.
But, luminous embers have begun appearing;
They light the darkest evening.
**I'm an ambitious little shiznit and frankly, Idgaf anymore
i hate this one the most.
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Underachieving Poems
PoetryAn ambitious teenage girl with a lack of writing prowess tries poetry. Don't even bother.
