The Girl Who Lived

My survival, you inspire me to write

Thinking about our secret

Invades my mind day and through the night

Always dreaming about the abyss

Let me compare you to a dark room

Empty, horrible and mad

Blood all shiny and red

Drip, drip, dripping down our legs

Oh how I loathe you

Let me count the ways

Our body

Tear stained and bleak

To forever falter

There is only illusion

tear stained and torn

May the abyss come upon us

The shadow fades

One last hope

For as the hour draws near

We say good night

But there’s a bright light

No goodnight

What is this?

We, we survived!

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