There's a quiet man on the sofa intimidating me with his mere presence,
There's a blind woman by the door whose glare holds a demonic essence,
There's a child carrying something sharp, crawling,
There's a toddler soaking in a pool of blood, bawling,
This is my family room, but it has to be a dream, a haunting quiescence.
-Hello Sweets, I tried something new. It's for a contest and well for experience as well. Let me know what you all think of it ♥️
This amazing cover was made by Quinn_Ash
she's amazing! go check her out. ♥️
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The Irony ✨
Poetry✨ I dread that split second which can split your entirety entirely. ❤️ ✨ Painted nails, Faces fake tanned, Wrapped up in extravagance, Welcome to Vanity's wonderland.❤️ ✨ Why do you chase perfection and flawlessness in mere specks of dust? Darling...
