Iron Lung

Iron Lung

A poem inspired in the game that bears the same name

They cast me out welded in a metal coffin

Into de Deep Red

Blind leading the blind

Ocean of darkness

I am by myself but I am not alone

The grainy lenses are my only guide

Wrapped in the crimson abyss

I do not wish to die but have nothing to live for

Only ghost stars and barren moons remain

I will find my freedom.

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These Backrooms Do Not Exist

These Backrooms Do Not Exist

I've always wanted to die clean and pretty

‘In The Clouds’

𝘜𝘱 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘷𝘦, 𝘢 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘤𝘶𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘴𝘬𝘺. 𝘈 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥, 𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘥𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘸.

by Visualdon - https://insagram.com/visualdon