Silence Floods my head
I might as well be dead
Count to ten, silence is key..
He will never find me.
Dark and gloomy
Stay away
The light won't save the day
Chaos reins
People Slain
Oh Lord Zalgo
I await my in pending death.
What will it be?
How will it come?
Chaos, chaos.
How I await.
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To Be Different
PoetryThis, Is a Book of my Very bad poetry, That's correct. I'm a poet. To Be Different Is To be A snow Flake. singular. Slowly Falling. different.. Unaware but Prepared.. Be Different, Be Unique. Be the Needle in the Haystack. or be the straw without s...
