Silent screams of uncontrollable terror filled the desolate house. Fading echoes vibrated through the cold, dark air. Signs of fearful struggle was obvious in the shrieks of midnight. However it all had gone unnoticed. An old clock rang its final time while a raven caws and pecks violently at the door.
This is my mind.
Trapped.
Strained.
Blood stained.
Dark.
Sharp.
Always retained.
Nothings gonna change.
©glassheart
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