By samuel lapp

One day I was walking down a street on a windy day, and a note fell right next to me, I picked it up and read it. It said…..

I am the fear that binds you

I am the sorrow that finds you

I can see you

Nut you cannot see me

I will be right in front of you

Or very far away

And when the Apoc comes

I will absorb you

To the very last of your abilities

And I understand it

The invisible figures inside me had been shown

Part III

I see other souls

The drow’s of innocence

A fragment of what they had been

I know I am not one of them

Not one of the Hopeless

Not one of the sorrowful

Not one of the corrupt

Part III

But then why am I here

In the land of eternal darkness

Where only the defeated lay

I am not one them

But I know this is not true

Because I am….

One of the defeated

I am one of the corrupt

I am one of the hopeless

I am one the sorrowful

And that’s why I am here

In the land of Eternal Darkness

Where No one speaks

But you can still hear the screams of terror

This is where people lay

Where there is no right in wrong

And no wrong in right

The lines are blurred

In the land of Eternal darkness

Part III

I can feel myself fading

My inner belief

My hope is gone because

This is a dead end

And I can never turn back

I am one of the Hopeless

I am one of the grievers

I am one of the forgotten

And no mark will be left

This is my life

Because I am one of the forgotten drows

In a repetitive routine

And that’s all I’ll ever be