down down down
it went went went
blood
spit
slap
bite back the urge
to vomit
flop it went
down down down
to the depths of death
where nothing is heard or spoken to
down down down
it went went went
she followed down the rabbit hole
only to find that life wasn't the fantasy that she always thought it was
deep dark
nothingness
drip drip
drop
it falls down the hole
consumed by an angry
conscious waiting to attack
so it went went
down down down
drip
drip
drip
blood splattered against the dark walls
slip
slap
slob
it falls down the hole
down
down
down.
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A/N: really into dark and eerie stuff currently. hope ya fellas like my work:) thanks for reading!
CopyRight MyTimeWasYesterday
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The Expressionists
PoetryThey speak. I hear. I breath. He looks. They run. I look away. I turn back. They disappear. I wake up. They are gone. Them and he; are just shadows. -------- The Dreamer CopyRight MyTimeWasYesterday
