There in the deep dark forest is the
Creek
A creek that is full of
Blood
The blood those who
Had suffered before
Me
Soon as I approach it I
Am being drained of my blood
Thus my suffering
The creepy creek
Feeds off the suffering of people
I wonder what will happen
To my soul
That was what the forest is for
The suffering souls
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Midnight : poems |starting
PoetryMight night is the darker version of colours, where I talk more about mental health and mental illness. As well as things that go bump in the night. This talks about my long hard road to hell and back. This poems talk more about what life is like...
