The rabbit hole is dragging me down to the darkest depths of weariness. In that cold dark rabbit hole I sit, I sit with my heart surrounding me in a pool of blood. As I desperately try to get out the warm coagulating blood makes me slip farther and farther down into my eternal darkness. Drip, drip, drip, drip. As the gritty dirt claws away at my worthless soul, I scream for help but no one can hear, for they have not drawn near. I am being swallowed up by this cold dark black abyss. Take me down for I will go, for have nothing to show. It has become my friend in the darkest times of woe. It has become my friend you know? The only thing I know and hear are the screams I used to know and fear. This is the end at last for hear it come the bottom of this hellish hole
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Wonderland poetry
PoetryThis book will be a collection of poetry made by me. A journey through sadness and happiness, and the abstract journey through wonderland.
