My niche
lonely and dark,
located amongst thorns,
lined tip pointed knives for bed,
My niche
The light I see,
Is my grave so close,
Dreams I hold dear,
drifting from reach,
unlimited death scenes playing in my head
My niche
Suffocating as it may,
however dark it be,
I find solace amidst its dark routes
©Ivyspen
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