Accursed mask why have you done this to me ?
Roots and brambles now sprout from me .
I can no longer move I am still as a tree.
I can hear the whispering of the trees.
They are wise .
Yet they suffer .
To be chopped down and to be used as fire wood .
Will I suffer the same fate ??
To be chopped down ?
To be used as fuel to fend of the impending and all encompassing cold ?
The same cold we'll all experience some fateful day ....
Becuase of this accursed mask I am now one with the trees, to be chopped down and used as fuel .
To suffer the same fate as them ....
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Dark Abstract (Series)
HorrorThis will be a series of Poems and Stories some old I writen on paper a long time ago and some new . .enjoy. ⚠️ warning the Story Poems ahead can get dark and macabre and very abstract .
