BlackA Poem by NyxMaybe we all have black hearts, tinted with rose.
I couldn’t see!
Nothing but black The color of night Where the wolves begin their attack And the trees sing melodies So lonely and taut The wind sweeps through the valley As the creatures begin to rot In the dark abyss Of nothingness slain the children inside Curl up in restraint They’re afraid of the dark The void, you see? Resides in us all Hollow and empty © 2019 Nyx |
StatsAuthorNyxAkron, OHAboutI write because I love it, typically poetry and short excerpts of madness from my mind. Enjoy! more..Writing
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