So alone, so cold.
The darkness surrounds me.
The monsters of horrors crawling in my head,
waiting for the perfect moment to pounce.
The memories of you,
slowly dying.
Oh so slowly, I watched you suffer.
For eight months, it ate at you,
'till there was nothing but skin and bones.
Then you succumbed to what we were dreading.
Your death.
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Endless Days *Completed*
PoetryA collection of poems that I have written. Most of them are based on life events. Some of them may be disturbing to some readers. Comments and votes are very much appreciated. Thanks!