"Lights fading black, everythings red. Im on this bed, with skin shed. Dying quick, I've lost my head. Why is my will being read?"
I know this was a short one, sorry about that. It still has a lot of meaning.
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My poems
PoetryHey guys. Anthony here, I've finally made my poem book. I got a request from @writingsquad so I did it. Hope you enjoy
