Crawling inside,
This shell of a man.
The sickness grows,
From the death of another.
Changing the future,
of a world once known.
Into a monster,
This man becomes.
The sickness consumes,
A man so dark.
Welcomed by death,
The man takes into the sickness.
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Author:
Alfred Lord Tennyson (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 26th, 2019 11:02
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Comments1
Oooh there is a sinister tone in this which compelled me.
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