The dark abyss awaits
I am standing at its gates
I have been running for so long
That I am no longer strong
"Welcome to your fate"
Dark, growling voices state
My body shaking
Everything aching
I want it all to stop
Maybe it will on this hilltop
Everything has been taken
And I am all forsaken
YOU ARE READING
The story of me
PoetryThey might not make sense, but they are all parts of what is the story of me.
