I am solemn.
It is quiet.
No signs of life or any noise floods my senses.
Deep, dark silence.
A light flickers on from the corner of the room,
a door slowly creaks open
or so it seems to be
it motions to be, as I beckon it's call.
Walking towards the door,
dread floods my heart.
My blood is on the floor,
as screams tear flesh apart.
No love, No joy, No peace
Nothing I've seen has shown such violence
and now, with no flowers nor bees,
Just deep, dark silence.
Mar 14, 2019
Mar 14, 2019 at 11:32 AM UTC
I am solemn.
It is quiet.
No signs of life or any noise floods my senses.
Deep, dark silence.
A light flickers on from the corner of the room,
a door slowly creaks open
or so it seems to be
it motions to be, as I beckon it's call.
Walking towards the door,
dread floods my heart.
My blood is on the floor,
as screams tear flesh apart.
No love, No joy, No peace
Nothing I've seen has shown such violence
and now, with no flowers nor bees,
Just deep, dark silence.
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