The architect hides in the cracks of the floor,
A blueprint of sorrows we choose to ignore.
Builders and breakers both laugh at the game,
Yet none can escape from the end just the same.
We wear our own masks, pretend that we're free,
But shadows will claim us, just wait, you’ll see.
if you ever felt like your cold and alone
the blue print of shadow will show you your home
the floors ay have cracks but the windows are clear
and the home of the shadows is built out of fear
but that is the point thats the reason you came
at least now your life will not be the same
i promise i have no tricks up my sleeve
you can come if you want but you can never leave
- Authors: Nilanjana Singh (Pseudonym), Mr,apocalapse
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- Finished: September 21st, 2024 01:30
- Limit: 7 stanzas
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