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Literature
A dark haiku
The bells of Hell rung.
Great fallen one rises again.
You are now, doomed.
Literature
Cobwebs
the past clings to my flesh and i try
to pry free,
weak and submissive.
bottomless levels of despair
plague my oblivious mind.
i trudge through mud and glass.
a habitually subdued voice
lashes out inflamed words. an escapist
screams. reversal was too far behind
us all.
i stifle my brain into sleep.
the world was already off balance
when i fell into dream that night,
fragile. a cry for help
unearthed innate survival instincts
that havent left since.
i awake in old despair.
scarred minds
are hardly done justice
under a calibrated
microscope. we pretend
to walk in sync until
you hesitate and
leave me stranded.
i submerge into unconscious
Literature
Good vs. Evil Story
A young girl trembles in the darkest corner of a cold and dismal room. Chains cover her small frame, locks strategically woven so she cannot escape. A storm crescendos outside. Rain pelts the small window. The girl looks up at the window. Her gaze displays that she has been broken inside. Her meager self slinks further into the shadows. A defeated sigh escapes her lips. She cries out in hopelessness.
"You've won! I give up! You were right, you broke me down. You've crushed my spirit, just as you swore you would. You have me trapped. You have me chained. You have my under lock and key! You win. Please, kill me!"
A presence that can only be d
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What happens at th end?!