darkness
Darkness
She stands there in the dark cell of life reaching out to heaven knows what
Lights so dark she can barely see her hand in front of her face
She reaches out to something, anything
A hand, a branch
Anything to get her out of the dark cell she can’t escape from
She searches for anyone who cares
So she sits there waiting and waiting in the misery she can’t escape from
She sits there screaming while the agony reaches its hands out
So that it can pull her closer to the depths
She feels it’s hands grasp her hand so tightly refusing to let go
She screams, crying, trying to find that one soul that will save her
And as the darkness pulls her into his dungeon of despair
The girl gets closer and closer and closer to her demise
Then a light turns on and she sees a young boy
A young boy who did what no other man could
Save her
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