i am going to get nightmares of this
the same track is looping
i'm hearing things
it's scaring me
i don't know what happened
suddenly i am surrounded in sounds
creature whispers
and snake sneers
air hissed
while wind knockedthe air in my lungs
is running dry
but if i make a mistake;
i don't want to die
how do you expect us to work
and to function properly
when you instill fear in my heart?
i don't want you to know i'm scared
i'm worried
i'm petrified
i'm shaking
i'm honestly, truthfully and wholeheartedly
disgusted
spiteful
and torn apart
all the the same timeand even if I'm running out of air
i don't want to die
the same track is looping
i'm hearing things
is it just me?
or is
the same track is looping
the same track is looping
the same track is looping
it's scaring me
but i will hold my breath
because
i don't want to die
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Plethora [Of Poetry]
PoetryLike watching a play of emotions from the front row seats. Plethora. _________________ Plethora [Of Poetry]. Original Poetry By @JeonDaokookie.