Deadly little things
Those silly balls of light
We don’t know their reason
They don’t know our might
We pull them apart
They tear up our thoughts
We fight ‘til the end
The war’s always fought
There’s no stopping chaos
There’s no finding peace
The fires are raging
Existence will cease
Our flames, they will vanquish
Our minds they will stop
Our eyes will close swiftly
Our heart rates will drop
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Cabinets- Poetry Made by Me
PoetryThis is my very first collection of poems. All of these were brainstormed and made by me, the time and my mood differing for each. So if you'd like to take a little of your time to wander into Cabinets and take a peek, all of my apreciation goes to...
