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Little Girl

The darkness that consumes  
contorts and twists
has entered me  
raping my soul
 
festering wounds
corpses walking around
my emotional graveyard
 
refusing to be laid to rest
with putrid whispers
they defile my thoughts
 
I do the dance macabre
with a deceiving smile
I wear my lies well
 
spiraling down
in the cool depths
where the welts don't sting anymore
 
self deception a balm
I'm not losing my sanity
the symphony of voices I hear
 
just ghosts of the past
gaining entry again
to a little girl
 
who locked her door
not knowing the devil
had a key
crimsin
Written by crimsin (Unveiling)
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