Wednesday, 23 December 2015
Its what its
It is me
Or what
Made the thing
Seem funny sight
Treat sore heart
Plead not to be apart
Where are you
Still hiding
Somewhere near the dark
Search me with some dot
Join together creating
Lines of the stickman
From the underworld
Playtime would close
Ending is near
You need to jump out
Or playtime is over
I would hate you
Forever and ever
Do you have a key?
Into the depth of darkness
Feeling the rage
Searching fade light
From glimpse of nothingness
Hope is nowhere
Its lurking with black
And nightmares
How feelings change
Like a struck of lightning
Make your beautiful face
Tremendously ugly
Hideous looking
Gruesomely speaking
What is happening?
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