Fuzzy Pixel creatures
Immaculate
Telling in psychosis
Wandering nature
Setting up camp
Makeshift fields
Trying times
Scavenging wandering
Your only goal
Finding home
Remembrance
Hunger sets in
Your stomach speaks
A beast like growl
Sinking teeth into veins of a forbidden fruit
That found
You
That first contact to tongue
Taste of home
Texture of wood
Contents of nostalgia
Recipe for disaster
When you reminisce
You're allowing
Everything
Everyone to pay a visit
Unwelcome and seldom
Unbroken
Unlike your mental
You're now drawn away from previous settlement
Transported trauma
You're where you've never abandoned
A shiver trembles your vessel
You follow the eerie sound
With your empty eyes
And find yourself looking straight ahead
A screeching voice so familiar crawling out the pitch black alleyway
On sensitive instinct alone you dare there
to be
In the distance a scene of bodies
Swaying
Trembling closer
Yet motionless
A convenient twitching streetlight above
It's your only given clarity
You blink ,You die
You concur
You hear echoes brushing though your scalp like razorblades
It tickles
You belch
A laughter
Melancholy and gently horrific
You now understand where you are
It's where you've been
Suddenly you feel an itch on your left wrist
You look down after tending to it
And the dead rotten flesh once there
Has been parted with
Underneath the darkest blood
There's a branded etching on your wrist
Blood connects the last letter of each word As if it was written
In the most gorgeous cursive
It reads: "Home is my playground.
The ground is my home.
Can I finally play?"
Apr 25, 2022
Apr 25, 2022 at 3:43 PM UTC
Fuzzy Pixel creatures
Immaculate
Telling in psychosis
Wandering nature
Setting up camp
Makeshift fields
Trying times
Scavenging wandering
Your only goal
Finding home
Remembrance
Hunger sets in
Your stomach speaks
A beast like growl
Sinking teeth into veins of a forbidden fruit
That found
You
That first contact to tongue
Taste of home
Texture of wood
Contents of nostalgia
Recipe for disaster
When you reminisce
You're allowing
Everything
Everyone to pay a visit
Unwelcome and seldom
Unbroken
Unlike your mental
You're now drawn away from previous settlement
Transported trauma
You're where you've never abandoned
A shiver trembles your vessel
You follow the eerie sound
With your empty eyes
And find yourself looking straight ahead
A screeching voice so familiar crawling out the pitch black alleyway
On sensitive instinct alone you dare there
to be
In the distance a scene of bodies
Swaying
Trembling closer
Yet motionless
A convenient twitching streetlight above
It's your only given clarity
You blink ,You die
You concur
You hear echoes brushing though your scalp like razorblades
It tickles
You belch
A laughter
Melancholy and gently horrific
You now understand where you are
It's where you've been
Suddenly you feel an itch on your left wrist
You look down after tending to it
And the dead rotten flesh once there
Has been parted with
Underneath the darkest blood
There's a branded etching on your wrist
Blood connects the last letter of each word As if it was written
In the most gorgeous cursive
It reads: "Home is my playground.
The ground is my home.
Can I finally play?"
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