For all those lost and drifting souls out there, just yearning to express themselves through dark poetry, here’s your answer. Come, fill out the form, and drown in the sorrow that is eternal misery. Imprisoned
Slender beams of accusation enter
Tortured forms wrought in panes of glass loom as
Blood on humanity’s face.
I raise my head, now crying out for

this darkened prison as I kneel,
always despairing, always in pain,
frozen here,
waiting.
dust dances in the air,
forming an image in my mind,
infiltrating my darkened soul.
this oblivious salvation.
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