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) (
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- Published: May 27th, 2016 20:33
- Category: Gothic
- Views: 5
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