Roses are dead
blood cells are drying
I'm in a haven
They say that I'm dying.
This malice I feel is from an entity.
He's taking me to the darkside where my fate is sealed.
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Broken Pieces Unraveled
PoetryThe mind is the the gate way to hell and insecurity is the key to opening it .This collection of poems are just a taste of that.
ROSE'S
Roses are dead
blood cells are drying
I'm in a haven
They say that I'm dying.
This malice I feel is from an entity.
He's taking me to the darkside where my fate is sealed.
