just a dollar
and you can play
deposit a coin
and be on your way

in the silence, shadows loom, i grapple with my private doom. food, my solace, my despair, calls to me from everywhere.

each morsel, a fleeting balm, in the chaos, a moment's calm. yet beneath the comfort, a plea, a desire to finally be free.

mirror, mirror, reflecting pain, a story written, etched in shame. i seek release, a lighter frame, but all i find is more of the same.

craving’s hold, so tight, so deep, in the lonely hours, i weep. to resist, to rise above, to find strength where there’s none.

each bite a secret, buried low, a struggle only i know. wishing for control, for peace, for this torment to finally cease.

for in this cycle, i find my plight, day turns to night, and night to day. yet somewhere, hope feels far away, a distant dream, fading gray.

one
is a number
just above zero
sometimes
used to refer
to me
my looks
my personality
but when i was one
i didnt care
about the little things
i guess
i am just truly a one

in the dead of night, shadows whisper and crawl, voices slither from the deep, and a chill wraps tight, stealing breath as silent screams signal the unseen.

beneath the moon's ghastly gleam, figures twist and turn, their hollow eyes, empty and wide, draw you closer to the edge. the wind wails a mournful song, carrying the weight of something unseen, lost souls ensnared in endless night, trapped by shadows, void of light.

footsteps echo, unheard yet there, in a house where silence lives. doors groan open, whispers hiss, through empty halls, a phantom kiss. a mirror cracked with tales untold reflects a gaze so cold, spirits bound to shadow's grasp, forever trapped in night's dark clasp.

in the attic, shadows crawl, a rocking chair sways to the call, though no one sits, it rocks alone, a chilling wraith, all skin and bone. midnight tolls the witching hour, darkness gathers all its power, from the abyss, shadows rise, claiming their prey with lifeless eyes.

heed this warning, if you dare, beware the night and what stares there, for in the dark, the spirits prowl, seeking souls, their mournful howl.