Down at the bottom of the pit, I lie
Buried in piles and piles of chains, I await to die
Caressed in darkness, I cry and cry
Straining my neck, I look, yearning for the sky
Day by day, the darkness grows thicker
The pit, in which I lay, grows deeper and deeper
The light fades, followed by all sound
In my pool of tears, I slowly drown
The chains become bigger
Breaking down what little strength remains
I wish for death, knowing it will never come
I wish for numbness, but will not have
The chains grow thorns
Piercing my skin
My blood soon mixes with my tears and pain
Noticing that my blood is black, staining everything
I start sc
Daylight turns to darkness
Darkness turns to day
Though I do not see this change
As I lay at the bottom of this dark lake
All I see is darkness
I reside where the sun cannot reach its rays
This darkness crushes me every which way
I’m still not sure how much I can take
I do not try to escape
The grip of darkness would only get tighter
A few of the knowing have tried to help
But not able to put a fingertip past the surface
All senses escaping
All emotions disappear
This is the only place I shall stay
Gripped by darkness, my life begins to fade
Daylight turns to darkness
Darkness turns to day
Though I do not see this chan
Bound To This Tree, I Stay by Yidaxu237, literature
Literature
Bound To This Tree, I Stay
Bound to this tree, I stay
My own sword piercing my veins
Sword through heart, covered in pain
Bound to this tree, I stay
In the middle of the woods
This tree has grown and will stay
Grandest of trees, though tainted with blood
Bound to this tree, I stay
Bound so long that vines begin to grow
Their thorns piercing this 15 year old skin
These vines only making the tree’s grip tighter
Bound to this tree, I stay
Many have entered these woods
Few made it very far
Never has the knowing seen this tree
Bound to this tree, I stay
Bound to this tree, I stay
My own sword piercing my veins
Sword through heart, covered in pain
Bo
My cherry blossom tree
Full of flowers
Believed to be pink
But full of black
My tree, on a cliff
If you fall, you’d be damned
From the large cavern, comes black smoke
From deep down, comes the sounds of demons
My tree, under the sky
Enchanted in darkness
Clouds like dark masses
Moving like molasses
My tree, its branches
Looking like ashes
Placed in a grassy terrain
Weaved in blackness
My tree, I see
I lay beneath
I fall asleep
I dream my dreams
My cherry blossom tree
Full of flowers
Believed to be pink
But full of black
Everywhere I look
Up or down
Along the horizon
The black mist invades
It approaches, it steals
It kill, it slaughters
It devours all light
As the black mist invades
The closer it gets
The darker it becomes
The thickness becomes threatening
As the black mist invades
I watch as it comes
I see what it does
You better get away
As the black mist invades
Don’t let it touch you
It corrodes your skin
Buy don’t think you’re done
Because it rapidly spreads
Everywhere I look
Up or down
Along the horizon
As the black mist invades my mind