An art gallery,
Paintings covered with hateread,
Sculptures filled with pain.
I can feel them all,
Almost like they are alive,
But that can't happen.
Emersed in the art,
Mesmerized by their beauty,
Feels like I'm pulled in.
Paint leaks from the art,
A sneeze comes from a painting,
The front doors are locked.
I am trapped inside,
Unsure if it is all real,
Or if I'm crazy.
There's no where to go,
I dive into the ocean,
End up in a room.
I search aimlessly,
Hoping to find an exit,
Someway to escape.
I'm crazy, aren't I,
This could not really happen,
Will it ever end?
Hello everybody. Confession time, I don't really like this haiku. Not really at all, but I have had it just sitting in my canceled folder in Google Docs for two years now, so I thought, even if it's not great I'll just post it anyways. If you don't like it, blame fourteen year old me, she was a weird one, that's for sure. I also feel like it's incomplete, but I don't honestly care enough to finish it. Maybe if quite a few people view it I'll work on it, but it's unlikely. Also, also,(it's kind of like P.S.S.) emersed is not really a word, but once again, I don't really care. As a write, I feel like I have the right to sometimes make up words.
I'm going to start working on a Dishonored haiku about Daud, so look out for that soon. I'm also probably going to write one about Fallout. With any luck I'll also get to writing quite a few on the Witcher, so look for all of those relatively soon. Thanks for reading it, I hope you're not too disappointed. PM me if you need anything, feel free to comments, and thanks for reading.