Imagine this,
You're walking down an empty, but usually crowded street in the city. No cars, nothing. I mean sure there are cars, but immobile cars, parked. No Human being, no living creature is visible. You feel the loneliness in your spine, and the shivers in your heart. You know where you're going, you don't know why but you walk. You come across not a fork in the road, but more of a branch, an Alleyway. This Alleyway brings you to where you want to go, in a matter of seconds. The road you're on will take an hour or so more. You chose the Alleyway. The minute you step in, the entrance is sealed, and the exit is a couple of steps ahead. One step, you're not alone, two steps, the figures crawl out watching you with a smile. Three steps in, and they walk with you. Four steps in, You're one of them. Five steps in, you wake up and you realize, the devil owns your soul now. And, there's no going back.
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Letters To The Writer: Volume 1
PoetryJust me writing poems, can be sad, can be happy, matters about he day and what I'm writing about. This is really for me but if you like it a share, vote, comment would be much appreciated, thank you.
