You know you're there, in the space
Nowhere to go, except for that place.
You've done all you can, you've managed to hide
You side with the innocents, known whose lied.
But now you're finished, you must now go
to the place of death, that you know
You enter the room, you start the task
No time for breaks, put away your flask.
Wires and download, you nervously wait
But next to you, opens the gate
A vent to hell, the door swings wide
As hops out some other guy.
A startling red, a blood-tinted rose
Around your throat a thorn-vine grows.
Your body falls, but what walks in fast
to catch the killer in the act?
Yellow, your friend, they report in a beat
They type out a message before defeat.
it reads in all-caps, a grieved cry,
As they call out the other side.
"RED IN ELEC IN FRONT OF ME"
you, a ghost, laugh out in glee.
One voted out, although he'll cuss.
Good ol' yellow, knowing red is sus.
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when you write a story about among us haha lol
whats next? the ballad of the dream smp?
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Life Through A Seaglass Lens
PoetryPoetry- found by many but all so different. This is how I find it, through a camera lens of soft foggy green, a rhyming stanza of all I've seen. I am going to die by my own terms, facing whatever being shaped my soul, weapons out and teeth bared, o...
