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The sky is crimson red;

Through my wrists, my heart bled.

The sky was once bright and blue,

I was once happy, too.

 

In my world the truth is distorted,

In my world, everything is contorted.

There are prismatic walls to be found,

And a haze of darkness that surrounds

 

Here, all the flowers have withered,

Underneath the unending blizzard.

In this place I want to stay,

For there is no light of day.

 

Is this a Gothic Fantasy?

No, this is my reality.

I welcome you to my escape.

But please forgive the landscape.

 

fedback pls

If you want to know, this is how I feel right now. I need an escape. . .

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