Hard stone, cold floor
dark room, locked door
no light
out of sight
time past, days forgotten
growing age, food rotten
deafening silence, suffocating noise
left for dead, just a captors toy
blue eyes, blood red
black hair, feeling dead
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Poems
PoetrySome sappy and sad poems I write. I have a few happy ones, but I write to get out the bad stuff.
