There I am
Blood on my hand
and a flicker of flame
watches the pain I can't stand.
The eyes piercing so
The gaze as cold as snow
Smiles as twisted as rope
as the screams echo low.
The cuffs slicing my skin
Sounds like a pin
Enter the room so dark
In this contorted inn.
Weeping becomes a rhythm
The thoughts more fearsome
My mind is a wreck as
I become its latest victim.
*thanks to @SnowyWriter who did the amazing cover!*...
Wrote this as four in the morning ha enjoy ^-^
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