Photo Series : Night
Spectacular
I sit on the wet floor,
curled up in a corner.
Giant, uncanny shadows cover my body,
I'm trying my hardest to breathe,
Silence lightly touches my lips,
and steals my last breath of oxygen,
Through death, I beg for light,
but all I see are pairs of glowing jackal eyes,
They slowly emerging from the depths,
silently waiting for my demise.
I slowly, faintly close my eyes,
and a beam of light appears in the sky,
I thought angels finally come to my life
and The holy spirit will save me from death,
Monsters and ghosts let out wicked laughter,
Because I don't know,
God is dead.
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