Death did not knock on my door
She sneaked in unnoticed as a thief
Entered to my life in a fragile immortality
I was never told that I would die
For that I have put my trust in eternity.
Became her target I was the game,
She was a lurking hunter
Aimed at me from a distance
Invisible and much at home
Poisoning thoughts with a dead body
- Author: Isabel Szurlej ( Offline)
- Published: December 17th, 2021 16:31
- Category: Unclassified
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