alone
What lives in the dark,
it stays in the dark forever,
no lights ever turn on, its the same day.
time it stays 12:00 am every day
when i wake up, its always dark.
alone. what creeps in the dark,
sneaks around in the dark.
what i feel in the dark,
is real from the start.
alone my tiny voice in my head says.
no water in weeks, starved started eating my own skin drinking the blood.
next thing i know tomrrow hits but i don't.
alone i live within the dark. the label put on me is
" the devil " time passes by. the next victim comes in..
they deal with what i did. alone... forever in the dark
even from the start.
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