Surrounded by an endless darkness we hear him breath
We wait
An echoing sob, a cry, rebounds of the grey brick walls
She's next
It's cold, so cold in our tiny cells, we cannot breath
We cannot move, our wrists burn and freeze
We wait
We hear a rattle of keys, a creaking door, silence
A scream
She's next
An evil heartless laugh and all is still
We wait
We cannot bear the quiet, to cry silent tears
As we wait, wait for our turn
She's gone
We go through endless tourture, the pain is almost gone
And he prepares to strike anew
We wait
We do not scream, for if we do we die
Who's next?
No pattern, just soon, we know, one shall go
And not return
The Goblin King has told us so
Who's next?
~~~Thanks for reading! \(^o^)/ please comment what you thought. ~mockingjaysong<3~~~
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A Book of Poems
PoesíaPoems based on personal experiences or simply the imaginings of a silly soul
