Black.
All I see is black.
Emptiness.
All I see is emptiness.
A black hole.
That's what I'm in.
Complete darkness.
Though I don't mind it, really.
I welcomed it.
I welcomed it all.
I welcomed Death.
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My Poems
PoetryMy own poems that I made up. Please don't repeat them or use them. Update at random. I'll go up to 100 poems.
