Petrified

F.J.Kerr

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.

 

  • Author: FJKerr (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 27th, 2016 20:33
  • Category: Gothic
  • Views: 6


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