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My Dungeon

Black fingers tracing  
their way along my spine  
demons dancing in the ashes  
from the endless cigarettes i've smoked  
 
Shadows crossing my vision  
reaching into my soul  
with poisonous tendrils  
that inject despair  
 
Broken toys litter the floor  
from the abuse of my anguished  
inner child throwing tantrums  
begging to be let out of this tomb  
 
A cracked mirror  
hangs in the center  
of my blackened dungeon  
showing the decrepit nature of my soul  
 
Chains hang from the ceiling  
a masochistic ego slashes at my flesh
with a cat o' nine tails  
cutting deep adding salt to my wounds  
 
From my key board I bleed out my words  
an escape from the madness  
that looms here  
where there are no doors  
 
A window from which I can peer out from  
is stained with my depression  
my saviour i persist in looking out of  
with poetry on the horizon
Written by crimsin (Unveiling)
Published | Edited 25th Jun 2012
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