Black
A poem about the grip of heroine
Black
by arotao@outlook.comHe will try and trick you with the
voices you here. Your heart is
blackening. This sickness?
Yes it was your choice.
So tell him, What is it you fear?
This is your call......
You played the part.
What, what have you done?
Its too late to try and run.
You were so foolish. Broken at heart.
You have opened a door that
is going to tear you apart.
He has taken away your scream,
No it isn't a bad dream.
He heard you cry,
watched you suffer.
Yes all he wanted was to watch you die.
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