A horror poem I wrote a while ago
Category: Writing and Poetry
Empty. Watching from the inside out. A glass coffin. Locked with a manifestation of primal fear itself. One that doesn't know what safety is. One that barely knows anything other than running away. My soul feels empty, like I've been mummified. My mind unable to feel. It stays trapped within itself. I feel the crushing weight of knowing that I'm unable to fully control. My body feels cold. I feel ... » Continue Reading