Death. No one talks of death, or thinks of death as often as I do. It’s as if there are multiple crevices in my brain which represent...

The skies are black, ashes flying around. I am death, to hell am I bound. No time to kill, time is to repent. All of the sins, for which...

The only colour I want to bleed is red For that is what I see When I feel That squishy sensation, That sudden dread Because that is what...

Starry skies shiny night lights Darkness around me Gives me the highs Sitting in the skywalk Dreary night Not scared of the lurking...

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