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im in a d̷a̷r̷k̷ ̷r̷o̷o̷m̷
with a crystal window
that shines no light
all alone with nothing
but my feelings
that are just as d̷a̷r̷k̷ ̷
as the evanescent r̷o̷o̷m̷.
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ive been stuck in the r̷o̷o̷m̷
for ages &
there seems to be no way out.
not that id want to leave
the moss on the walls
alone in the dark
not that id want to leave
the dust collecting on the floor
alone in the dark
not that id want to leave
the demon
in the dark
but that demon
isnt all that alone.
after all
it's with its own species
in the dark
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i can see them
but its like im invisible
to those blithe little things
but there's one
that can see me
and i think its
hypnotizing me;
begging me
to stay with it
to keep it company.
④
ive taken quite a liking
to that enigmatic little thing
and when you get to know it
it becomes an urge and you
let it sink its
glassy transparent
teeth into my skin
going deeper and deeper...
anyways, im going off on tangents
after all that doesnt matter 'cuz
i think ive come to love
that Hypnotic Enigmatic Little Precious.
but trust me.
im sure it means well
when it pulls at my teeth
slowly
one by one
and its agonizing
agonizingly bearable...
but, as usual
tangents upon tangents...
that thing is my love...
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come to think of it...
it really understands
how the d̷a̷r̷k̷ ̷r̷o̷o̷m̷ soothes
my roaring temper
and calms me
like a nice, hot soothing cup of ੮ blood!
if i were you
i would come join me
in this amazing d̷a̷r̷k̷ ̷r̷o̷o̷m̷
of wonders.
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The Poet
Poesiapoet po·et [poh-it] - noun 1. a person who composes poetry. 2. a person who has the gift of poetic thought, imagination, and creation, together with eloquence of expression. Time flies by Like a butterfly When you see it you'll be tongue tied And...
