I've walked through halls of my mistakes, ranging from minor to major.
I've walked through those halls studied the blue crystal orbs and learned. Realized my sin and vowed never to do so again.
I've never ventured to the place where no god has ever created apart from me.
Crafting this cage I needed to sacrifice my most happiest memories, in the cage was my most darkest memories.
The key in my hand shook. I jammed it in knowing very will nobody was going to help me turn it or come with me.
I went inside.
I stared at myself with those scars etched around my body.
Empty pill bottles.
Alcohol drenched floors around me.
My eyes blood shot from tears or the high or maybe the evil.
The part of me who wished to die years ago, I took one step towards him, he came to me closer with a broken bottle.
The bottle reached first towards my stomach.
He smiled. And I also returned it and gave him a hug.
He didnt know what to do hes never recieved any affection.
I know because I was him.
I saved myself and you can too.
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Poetry : A King's Poverty
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