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My Place

by Tragic_Oneliner 0 reviews

A twisted sort of poem. Interpret it as you wish.

Category: Poetry - Rating: PG-13 - Genres: Angst - Published: 2010-03-02 - Updated: 2010-03-03 - 192 words

My Place

In my place, you're alone with the dark,
The silence is that of a blood-thirsty shark,
It swallows you're all alone,
If there's a way out, you won't be shown

There's blood on the walls,
Rusty sinks in the stalls,
And the staircases lead to dead ends,
And guess won't remember any of your friends

The windows aren't see-throught, they simply reflect,
A reflection so gruesome, you'll wish you were dead,
The tissues are wet with the tears that I've cried,
The rags are soaked in my blood that has dried

The flowers don't grow here, they are all dead,
Except for the roses that cover the bed,
There are no animals here in this dreary place,
Except for the black butterflies caught in a vase,

The most beautiful things that you'll ever see,
So graceful and pretty, it's hard to believe,
But don't let them out, I'm warning you,
For they'll give you hope, and that's the last thing you want to do

A/N: That can be taken in a lot of different ways. Whatever you see in it, is what you get.
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