The Projectionist's Pain

by The ink stained poet

"The projector's light's my vision. Lighting up these many halls. Animated scenes of the little devil darling, lining each and every wall. " Feedback and constructive criticism is always appreciated.

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The Projectionist's Pain
The ink stained poet.

Mindlessly wandering through these halls.
Around and around and around.
The ink fills my lungs once more,
And yet, I never truely drowned.

The projector's light's my vision,
Lighting up these many halls.
Animated scenes of the little devil darling.
Lining each and every wall.

Littered corpses scattered around the maze.
Each equipped with an ink stained heart.
This wretched maze is my own personal hell.
Can't find the way out or even the start.

Trapped in this eternal loop.
Never to be freed.
Is it wistful to dream of the impossible?
Or is it just selfish greed?