I've been here before.
A room.
Sharp.
Dangerous.
Dark.
It is not the path I seek,
yet the path I meet.
I keep it at bay, the darkness in play.
I cannot see the light, but I can hear it.
I cant tell where it is, I don't know if I'll ever find it.
But one thing is certain.
As my fate nears,
and time clears,
the only thing keeping me from salvation,
are the screams of pain,
echoed by my creation.
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Poetic Music
PoetryA collection of poems written to soundtracks which are there for you to play.
