Eyes wide open, rememberance: horrifying scene
deep breathing: a creature I've become
senses, running cold; I don't seem to sober up
darkness surrounds: the never-ending laughs.
Woods of despair: they brawl with the wind's embrace
chains burning my skin; ripping: my fur torn apart
no way out; although I'm walking around
veil of blindness: surrounding my words; weeping.
Rusty nails: the endless of my faith; they scratch
departure unknown: no way out of this intoxication
I ensure my shaky feet over the swallowing mud
I take a deep breathe, I'm staying free until I'm gone.
Author notes
I know the whole punctuation may seem off, but I did it on porpoise to reflect the way someone in the situation would speak.
My native language is Spanish, so I apologize for any kind of error or glitch or whatever that might be found in this poem
I myself am quite scared of being trapped in the unknown, who can know what lives inside the depths of oceans, the unknown darkness?
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