She walks through a labyrinth,
Never finds a way out.
It gets darker as she goes deeper.
She now sits in a corner,
Crying tears of crimson,
She couldn't find her valiant light.
She's finally free,
With the pill she took,
She finds peace at last.
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Epigrams
PoetryIt appears you've found my book and before you decide to read it's contents, know that... These poems are everything that is me. (Also the cover was made by my buddy FierroThorne!)
