No voices, no whispers, no echoes,
ugly ?creepy? anguishing? Scarry?,
Who is to know?
for those who went in never came out,
and their song ended,
though their Melody still linger in the minds of the puzzled beings,
Who live to hold memories in their minds and pictures in frames,
while walking towards the same pit.
of course, it's unknown adventure.
Then I wondered
this pit must be so cruel?
when I saw it laughing and swallowing but so inconsiderate of the tears of the rest rolling down their cheeks,
what if its hungry?
made up to feed on flesh???
or, is the pit so selfish?
When I felt a bit jealousy when I imagine,
that it feel the skins of those who went there,
probably more than anyone could do!
and I thought of the windblow, the sunrise the raondrops and the Autumn falling leaves,
if in any way could make them a bit awake,
then, I too cried,
for I couldn't figure out this tragedy!
©highness11
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