7 Days and I will be bore.
Seen by few and loved by all.
Prepare for its wrath for it is vengeful.
It shall spit on your grave.
So gather your loved ones and protect them well.
Sit and hide, don't make a peep.
Cry Havoc like the dogs of war,
It is coming... It soon will be at the door!
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Thoughts that Fester in the Brain: A Collection of Despair
Poetry"Thoughts that Fester in the Brain" is a haunting collection of poetry that explores the depths of loneliness, heartbreak, and despair. Each poem captures the raw emotions of feeling lost, forgotten, and unseen in a world that offers no solace. For...
