Oh sweet Reaper
Envelope me in your
Warm embrace,
Drink from my pool of torturous sorrow
And consume my soul.
Kiss me with your frigid lips and time
Forgotten,
For it is then that joy evaded shall return
Take your alabaster hands into my own
Lead me over hills of broken hearts laced
With betrayal
Through a field of counterfeit truths under
The blazing sun
To the overture of a new era.
With your midnight cloak as my guide,
I know I will never be lost,
Angel of Death, you are my savior
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My Poetry
PoetryThese are all poems. If I'm mad, sad, happy, upset, or stressed, you can bet I'm gonna write a poem. :)
