Slowly, I fade...
... unable to become free,
I fall into darkness and shadows.
Save my the hand of God...
I ally both I hate life and
the enviable death.
Life is a messed-up dream,
A cold hearted coma
When you realize you place
And watch you life pass you by
You will know what a waste you were.
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My Poems
My poems or short stories, will be different than any other. Maybe more horror, I don't know, what do you think? Comment. Don't Steal. Don't Copy.
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