Sweet lullabies never cease to please the deceased
They lay awake in the ache of past mistakes
Never should they be awoken...
I scream, I shiver, I fear
I can feel the shadow of Seth, death seeping every breath
And it's twisted and wicked, my ideal
My only wish is to have a few moments more
Should I resurect in the death of my love
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The Rain has Fallen
PoetryLife is a cunt. ---- These days I update when I am inspired. Sometimes a few times a week and at times months go by without me laying a word on paper. this started: January 1st, 2017 this will end: December 31st, 2017 *Certain subjects might be tri...
