Status:
Finished |
Genre: Horror |
House:
Booksie Classic
Free Fall
When the mind
Is in free fall
Through the universe
In the hall,
Midnight hears
The echos call
To the fossils
Buried in the walls,
Of a room
Built to small,
That's when the clock
Crawls,
And the blood boils,
As the dark
Does steal
Death's spoils.
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