TW: Death and Violence
Earth shakes,
it tremors and cries.
A bell tolls,
once for every lost soul.
Another one gone,
laid to rest.
More fear for the others,
the fear of the test.
For he is misunderstood.
He does not kill
nor want suffering or pain
He just does his job.
The Reaper's his name.
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Poems On Broken Mirrors
ПоэзияThis is a collection of poetry I have written. It is based off of all of my mental illnesses, trauma and disorders. I will try and update often, but if I don't please bare with me. The poetry is about my life, the life of others, values, emotions, a...
