Diary of the Mad
White room
Eight fifty two
Hate here looms
Follows you
First day
It is near
Can’t stay
Developing fear
He is here
All around
Demon seer
Can’t be found
White room
Seven twenty three
Death so soon
No not for me
They came today
It got cleaned
They went away
My markings seen
Little boy stalks
I can see
He goes for long walks
Around about me
White room
Five eleven
I seen moon
His age is seven
Screaming
Drowning in mud
Him seeming
To be my blood
White room
Two zero one
Light tomb
Soothe say fun
White room
zero ten
Take his boon
Ending sin
Room
zero
Copyright © Justin Street | Year Posted 2010
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