You are chained down to a red stained metal chair.
Let's not jump to conclusion and conclude that it was blood.
And as you try to find a way out,
You realize a liquid was surrounding the room.
Now dear, don't assume the wrong thing.
You hear a person arguing,
Fighting to get to you,
Only to hear a shot go off in the distance.
You have decided to wait and play things out.
But deep down you knew that that man was your last hope.
And as you struggle to breathe,
You realize that the floor beneath you is
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and the walls are closing in....
I have you now,
Choose your next move wisely, my dear...
For it might be your last...
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Oh ummm beside the creepy notes,
I don't even think this is poetry anymore....
Comment on what you thought or something......
This is kind of awkward.....
Byeeeeeeeeee
YOU ARE READING
Lost Memories
PoetryWhen the most deepest memories meet reality and becomes something real, powerful and meaningfully Not just words But words with emotion Will make you read and doubt if your deepest memories are just an illusion or pure reality... Can you handle that...
