As the music slowly winds, ringing through the air with it's eerie grind. I sit in the dark lonesome corner. With a heavy millstone atop me, it crushes every ounce of air out of me. Sinking slowly into unconsciousness, every breath more labored than the last. Coldness creeping in, slowly engulfing me. I feel as i need to scream, a powerful scream out of agony. Alas i can not the cold jagged millstone will not allow. The pain I feel words can not express. The music winds quieter and quieter than the last beat as I slip into unconsciousness. My fragile fingers are getting an itchy tingle, so cold as i surrender to the grave. I am loosing myself as everything turns black, black as the night. No hope no light just death. I am gone, I have lost my poor soul.
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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.
