Crash land.
We went out with a bam.
On a cold frozen night,
in the red stained snow.
The triggers were pulled
at the same time.
But you survived.
And went to haunt
somebody else.
A black shadow.
I had tried to kill my destroying demon.
But it killed me instead.
YOU ARE READING
Nobody Was Meant to See
Poetry[Trigger Warning, please be safe when reading] They aren't supposed to know. They aren't meant to read these poems that I'm writing. I've concealed them for a reason. -Shitty poems about how I feel-
