Head spinning
He is grinning
Stumble up the stairs
Standing hairs
No one cares
Bloodied body
Murderous hobby
None to save
You, his slave
You've given up from crying
As you hear him sighing
Each step a trial
But to him it powers his smile
You stumble into the room
A tomb of previous victims
The room he told you never to go in
Because within held his sin
And now you stand
Over girls just like you
Who knew
That love can sometimes fly
To be a lie
He crashes in behind you
With another two
Figures stand behind him
His head cocks
As the door he blocks
One step
Last step
Shaking hand
Offers sand
Falling between fingers
As your memory lingers
Hourglass running
Heart jumping
Final grains
Lovers pain
And soon you will join
His empty void
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Untold Verses (Poetry and Art Book)
PoetryDear reader, These are my poems written on sleepless nights and gloomy days. From love to loss, to stories of random moments in my day. This is my story, I hope you enjoy
