My heart is black and cold as ice.
Feelings won't prevail, coming from the darkness. Shadows seep into my soul, hiding the true me from everyone I know.
Voice as dark as the underworld, thoughts as vivd as Hell's cave in the deep pit. You squint to see the cave, listen hard enough to where your ears can't take the pressure and want to scream.
Do you want to take a glance? and see every living cell and life form in this place which is me.
Are you sure you want to see the skulls and bones which lie on the hollow griddy floor?
That hollow griddy floor is my bed. Where I sleep on and hear the underground souls of desprate peoples faint screams, calls, groans at.
X mark the spot, right at my heart. Arrows try to shoot at this place where the boiling blood of mine rises like a fire melting everything in me.
The blood oozoes out my skin and covers my head to the soles of my feet.
Crimson red, ready to travel. Now I guess you'll see me unravel.
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Just a Dreamer
RandomI'm just a Dreamer, and I want to turn my dreams into reality. The short stories of a dreaming girl who tries to define her life, one dream at a time.
