Becoming even more tired of this broken Life
Wishing for the man with a cloak and a scythe
Softly spoken songs till he slowly steals my breath
I sit here and I wait for the mighty man of death
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Author:
Mr,apocalapse (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: December 13th, 2024 02:05
- Comment from author about the poem: This doesn't reflect my feelings or my mental state This is just a creative poem with a suggestive topic of which I have decided to write about
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Comments5
A few words but very strong, sadly there will be people who feel that way, well written
Thanks 😊
You are very welcome
I like all apocalyptic topics !
Thank God for that!
Right 😂
Love it
Where I not as mighty would I succumb beneath that final curtain...stage lights, out.
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