(In my head, it sounds like a lullaby.)
Please don't slip into the cold, dark and deep.
They seem like lovely shadows but they will not let you sleep.
The games they play aren't to create, they will not save your mind.
I'm trying to save you, so your brain won't be like mine.
Please come back into the warm, safe and sound.
I'll kill the lovely shadows but they won't always stay down.
I want these poems to create, so we can save your mind.
Together we can save you and our brains will be just fine.
YOU ARE READING
Short Stories
FantasyThese are just some short stories that I've come up with. Some of them are just rough drafts, and others I've actually put some thought into. Feel free to give me any constructive criticism or comments that you have. None of the art, the covers or t...
