Death awaits
My tortured soul
In the dank bleak
Dungeon hold
His arms open wide
Waiting for me
To join him at his side
I see him waiting
Across Hell
Waiting to take me
To my cell.
To sit alone
With no sound
Eternally bound.
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My Poems
PoetryThis is a collection of the poems I have written. I will warn you now some of them are pretty depressing.
