Lights go out
leaking gass
Light a match
Moving on
Another house
Another death
No more noise
The final breath
A dying light
A smoldering flame
The final fight
To save your life
A final place
You lay your head
No wooden case
But filled with dread
As you lay
A smoldering mess
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Origonal poem by verycooljams. go follow him
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the ride home And Other Short Stories
HorreurA few horror stories written by me. I know not all of them are good but im working on it☺ Shout out to verrycooljam. Good mate of mine. Very good writer. Go follow him.
