It's coming to a close.
Are you ready?
Are you prepared for this to end?
Before me lies a choice.
A gun.
A dagger.
A book.
It's coming to a close.
My choice...
it's nearing.
Gun dagger book
gun dagger book
gundaggerbook
Which do I choose!
Which do I choose
to end
everything with?
I know
my choice.
Do you?
YOU ARE READING
When The Blood Ran Black
PoetryWhen my demon decided it wanted out, there was nothing I could do to stop it. I could only watch as bloodied claws pierced my skin and shadows leaked through my eyes in black teardrops. It wanted out, and I was content to let it roam. >>>&g...
