I walk down an empty hall,
the darkness blinding me,
the silence filling my ears,
I scream for help but no one can hear me,
my feet drag on the ground,
blood drips off the tip of my nose,
into my eyes blinding my vision,
I look forwords and see nothing but darkness for miles,
I reach out and feel a hand grip mine,
it drags me further into the dark abyss,
I feel my back hit the ground,
a soft something covers me,
I seep into the ground,
finally feeling whole,
feeling peacefull,
and calm.
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Poetry and stuff
PoesiaIf I know you and you know me don't read this or any of my poetry. I know that saying that will inevitably intrigue you into reading it, but please if I know you and you know me then as a friend please respect my wishes and do not read this.
