You lay in bed and shadows creep into the mind, You try to think of happy thoughts but this your brain can't find. Darkness creeps into your soul and drags you to its place, You try to run from these thoughts but cant...its an empty space. Your now in the palace of darkness where the devil roams and plays, This is where you are now and this is where youll stay. The fire is roaring and laughter is heard, The thoughts become ridicule,disgusting,OBSURD!. Twisted thoughts death overcomes brain, You have now entered the dangerous game. You are forced to play no turning back, No blue skies just the thick smog coloured black. The kingdom of evil the pinnacle of doom, The riachous shadows and the forbidden gloom. You drift away, your spirit is torn, Every sound you make another devil is born.
Reason for writing:
Wierd huh?
Birth sign: Scorpio
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