Written by Pino-x
Lost in the pathway of imagination,
indeed the frightened a distance, we washed ashore.
there she stands in the middle of no where
praying in the dark
Such a strange dress’
My weakness, my fear,
closer to the living among the dead.
still my heart stood because she smokes
yet she wasn’t moving,
the darkness surrounding calling for a bond.
My demons gave way to curiosity,
the closer my thought goes the darker it consumes.
Further and further it droves giving birth to more darkness.
Suddenly i realize she was just a scarecrow.