Photo by Andy Buckley on Pexels.com In a lonely prison Crafted from crimson, I am confined Here, silence reigns, An empty space For the condemned to stay Darkness casts over all, Leaving nary a sliver of light In a lonely prison Crafted from crimson, I stare at towering walls Within them, I see those Who… Continue reading Crimson Prison
Tears flowed from a pleading soul.
No matter how loud the scream, No matter how painful, No matter how achingly sorrowful, Not a soul hears my wounded cries I continue screaming into the void
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