Treasure Island

Cate Jade

(03/17/1996 / China)

Devil


Waiting for the clock to go by
every second seems to fly
slowly the happiness starts to fade
locked in the darkness suddenly afraid

the sprits grab me and pul in me closer
closer into the deep hole of the composer
injecting my head with endless pain
slowly eating away at my soul like a drain

you stare at me with your yellow eyes
as i follow him down the maze hypnotised
the tunnels and fires curse my soul
spinning me out of control

in the end im left on the ground
lost and deep in thought without a sound
crawling barely in breath
slowly leading in to death

Submitted: Tuesday, May 14, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, May 15, 2013

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  • Peve ~ (6/23/2013 9:44:00 AM)

    The devil is
    in your head
    but do not worry
    Cate
    it is not
    you. (Report) Reply

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