She's standing here, waiting … waiting for the end
Wondering if there is anyone waiting for her.
Is she going to make it out?
Or is she going to get stuck in her mistakes?
The entire crowd is going to the light
They are walking not knowing what is hidden before them
She, on the opposite, walked to the darkness filled with red dots
Eyes, staring and watching her moves
Surprise, disgust, hatred and amusement
Those were the emotions that glowed off their looks
She kept walking against the crowd
As they started fading more and more into the light
And now … no one was here now
It was her and those red-eyed creatures
"Only the damned stand on these grounds"
She looked around her and replied
"Who said that I was a saint myself?"
The voices started whispering in her head
She fell and screamed the scream of death
She threw herself as the ground melted into blood
Drowned in the terrors of the night
And yet, still breathing
Her breaths were sharp and demonic
Her eyes sunk in their holes and were covered with smoke and shadows
And her skin was pale, so pale you'll think she's a corpse
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My Writing & Poems in a Small Book
RandomA group of my random writing and poems. Not the best poet or writer, but it was one of the ways for me to escape everything. Hope you enjoy them :)
