Lattice of bone shape the walls.
Crushed skulls line these halls.
Grinded to dust as they may be.
Break the wrong ones and the evil will be set free.
The bones never stall, nor end.
This isn’t a simple game of pretend.
Every new death creates several new bricks.
They’re somewhat easy to break, but not like stones and sticks.
I swear that these dim halls can talk.
Their spirits are still here; they love to creep and stalk.
Stalk by day, kill by night.
When they touch you, you’ll die from fright.
Goodnight sweet blessed lost souls.
I have lost my battle to the relentless ghouls.
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I'm just a crazy girl in an annoyingly 'sane' world. Navigating it through and through by following my own divine guidance. I have many passions in life and it all consists of my crazy boxer Zuzu, Art, Writing and Poetry, Dream Analyzation, Everything and Anything Horror, Creepypastas, Music, Spirituality, Animals & Nature, all revolving within an infinite pool of love. I advocate for love and do not condone hate. I'm here to help, not hurt. Heal, not harm. Nothing can or will get in my way, success is within the palms of my hands.
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