Theres a cold dark corner in the back of my room, it speaks to me and says Im coming for you. As I lie on my bed in the fetal position, my eyes are closed hoping and wishing. Maybe that one day my dreams will come true, that I dont have to be here so down and blue. The corner keeps talking about how Im going to die, all I can do is lie there and cry. As the corner gets closer and takes me in, my soul starts to burn as so does my skin. My bones shall lie there turning to dust, my bed surrounding nothing but rust.
Posted on: Sun, 14 Sep 2014 10:02:03 +0000
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