Petrified...
I stalk death the reaper fears my
touch heart so cold rage so old
it seems to be too much
In a world, no one can see 
a shattered reality.
Petrified reaper never comes
close scared of everything 
I know my eyes like the devil
twice as cold I am a broken
mess nothing left to hold.
You don't know me you
never understand I am 
not the person everyone 
thinks I am.
The mask I wear grows 
thinner every day my heart grows
cold in every single way
not me never will I be
existing in a world to
bright to see.
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                        Author:    
     
	FJKerr (Pseudonym) ( Offline) Offline)
- Published: May 27th, 2016 20:33
- Category: Gothic
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