It's been dark lately.
There's an object laying
In a small lavender box,
Behind a picture on my bookshelf.
It hasn't been touched in years.
Its been calling to me.
Pretending to be a siren,
Silver and shiny,
Longing for my blood to drip on it.
Singing that it's the only solution.
It's been very dark lately.
I'm terrified.
Feb 7, 2020
Feb 7, 2020 at 2:02 PM UTC
It's been dark lately.
There's an object laying
In a small lavender box,
Behind a picture on my bookshelf.
It hasn't been touched in years.
Its been calling to me.
Pretending to be a siren,
Silver and shiny,
Longing for my blood to drip on it.
Singing that it's the only solution.
It's been very dark lately.
I'm terrified.
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