You see a house in the middle of a plain white land,
What thoughts come to mind?
Would you enter the house?
Would you stay as you are in the oh so boring plain whites?
You don't believe in god,
You believe there's something higher,
Something evil and selfish,
Filled with greed and almighty power,
You're trapped.
You only have two options,
Plain whites or house?
You don't have the option to run,
Plain whites or house?
Plain whites or house?
Plain whites or house?
Stop!
You've chosen the house.
You enter.
Bad idea.
They know every bit of knowledge about you,
Every nook and canny,
Every inch, there are plenty,
There's nothing they don't know of you.
What do they want?
They want to throw all of it away,
Out of existence,
Out of every universe there is.
Stop!
You run.
You're now in the plain whites.
Bad idea.
They don't know anything about you,
But what do they want?
They want to consume,
They want what the house has,
But they simply cannot do anything but consume you out of existence.
You give up.
You give in,
Allowing it to consume you,
Allowing yourself to feel the most excruciating pain,
Bringing you out of existence.
Where are you now?
You open your eyes,
And you see,
The house and the plain whites.
It's a never ending cycle.
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryHey, everyone! This book is just going to be a bundle of my poetry or just anything that comes to mind. I do hope to improve my writing, so please give me some honest feedback. Thank you! WARNING: Dark themes that may be triggering for sensitive rea...
