Written by Pino-x

Lost in the pathway of imagination,

indeed the frightened a distance, we washed ashore.

Survival, Survival,

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.



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