A shattered soul left in a dark room.
Just staring into the dark emptiness.
It stays there,
It stays there even tho It knows that it would be better to get up and out of the darkness which is slowly suffocating the soul more and more within every second.
But It still stays still.
Broken and scared,
It stays.
But how long will It survive in the darkness?
How long till the darkness eats It mercilessly and spits out only shattered pieces of Its bones.
the soul doesn't care.
It's scared to move,
It's scared to get hurt again.
It's scared to break even more.
So it stays,
stays in the dark emptiness.~06.01.2018

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