My skin crawls with the thought
The thought of nothing
Of empty rooms
And dark halls
Of a skull
With cobwebs and crickets
Cracked glass
And hollow thoughts
Skeletons hold hands
And bugs dance
In the silence
A whisper running
Through the emptiness
Screaming for help
With no reply
An empty hope
A dream in black
Nothing neverending
My skin crawls
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Miscellaneous Poetry
Poetryjust a big ball of weird poems I'll probably regret in 20 years.
