I'm wide awake on an empty room of these desolated shadows,
The unknown grips me from the softest joints to my deepest marrows.
The pain I cannot fathom, triggers like a million sorrows..

The room with scarlet threads surrounded,
Crimson red from my veins slicking on my bed.

The clocks stop ticking.
My chest beats - pounding;
The clown stops laughing,
'Cause the void still vexing,
Darkness glooming.
Now I am running,
But the Grim still chasing!
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(Pusillanimous soul!
Letting the water to quench the flaming coal;
Milk-hearted heart!
I already surrendered right from the start.)

(Note: I've rearranged the poem and took this part away. I didn't deleted it for personal 'sentimental' reason.)
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A/N:
I was inspired and tried to paint with the paintbrush of words of MonAnge9, but still, how amazing is she, that maybe she's the only one who can hold it properly (- the way she painted her poems with an ink and her words).

I borrowed some of your vocabulary, I know you're gracious enough to forgive me. Thank you so much for inspiring me.