have you heard of the man called death?
he haunts me right now
...he calls my name
i feel his presence
i feel his power
.....hes finally here......
to take me away
..................they say he's a devil but hopefully he'll give me bliss.
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Devestaion Of Beauty
PoetryI hate me I stare at my reflection I only see a grotesque thing I've fucked myself over There is no more me I hate myself No need to cut No need to cry There's no changing the this thing Why am I doing this to my self I hate myself There us no mo...
