The voices of shadows,
they whisper sweet melodies in my ear.
A song of death,
as the time unwinds.
We shall get in line,
and die by the fire from the sky.
Acid rain comes from above,
and the heat below burns your soul.
The voices of shadows,
they whisper sweet melodies in my ear.
Gears and bolts in my head,
make the time unwind,
to back when I was alive.
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Short stories and poems
PoetryJust some short stories with a side of poems i decided to make. The poems will come first and then the stories will be near the end more. I may add in some poems at the end also. Please don't copy.
