My forehead covered with cold sweat
I was weeping
Then I felt the anger rise within me
In which an internal heat was rising
I was face to face
With the angel of death
The nocturnal silence deprived me
Of my soul and turned my dreams to ashes
Never shall I forget those flames
So much shouting
So much brutality
We trembled
My soul
Had been devoured
By a black flame
All that was left was a shape that resembles me
I stood petrified
What had happened to me
Is there a single place where one is not in risk of death?
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Poetry
PoetryJust some poems I write in spare time I dont write often but when I do I spill my heart into it. Some are depressing but dont get worried Im perfectly fine just have a dark mind.
