It's silent, much like a tease. It begs me, beckoning. A terrifying welcome.
'You'll trick me,' echoes through my mind in a deafening whisper.A void absorbing life... its so welcoming.
I know better, you know better. The void still beckons and I cant resist. One look- and I'm gone. Torn to pieces and scattered like dust. The void. I am the void.
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Just A Broken Thing
PoetryThese are the thoughts and feelings that go through the mind of a young, broken girl. She doesn't make sense and doesn't expect you to make any out of it.