Sometimes I wish
I was out of breath
I've tried to touch
The hands of death
I was close
Yet couldn't quite reach
For somebody
Was stopping me
Now they're gone
And I'm drifting back to death
YOU ARE READING
My Dark, Creepy Poems.
RandomIDK what you'll read. Depending on my mood depends how dark and twisted it gets it can also be a bit sad. Like I said depends on my mood. They will be poems I came up with at the moment. Not going to be well thought out, but I hope u read and enjoy...
