House without its
Owner sleeps in the ever dying
Meadow slowly Falling into an
Ever lasting shadow of darkness and despair
Sleeping shadows awake
In the dead of night seeking blood or an invisible force that
Cooks up a devilish plot to
Kill all the happiness that old hearts and memories leave behind only leaving sorrow and darkness in its wake.
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My poems
PoesíaThese are all poems that come from my heart and soul.... please be careful these might be trigging to some people... Just remember you are not alone no matter how hard things get you really aren't.
