Creature

by The Lady of Shalott   Jan 23, 2013


I've lived in this place and I know all the faces.
Each one is different, but they're always the same.
They mean me no harm but its time that I face it,
they'll never allow me to to leave this sick game...
Their whispers possess me and poison my mind,
I scream for protection but no help do I find.
The eyes in the mirror are no longer my own...
some other creature has made me His dark home...

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  • 10 years ago

    by Midnight Sky

    Good dark poem