imprisoned
Slender beams of moonlight enter
this darkened chamber as I kneel,
always silent, always in pain,
frozen here,
waiting.
Tortured forms wrought in panes of glass loom as
dust dances in the air,
forming an image in my mind,
searing my exposed flesh.
Blood on a mirror's face.
I raise my head, now crying out for
this callous reality.
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dark lil mind
pretty much wats on my mind
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Making pain into something beautiful is truly remarkable. Good show, Unloved_EmoLoser381. heart