Time, dying, without notice or care
Memory, fading quickly
A stranger in the mirror
Red eyes and wet cheeks
Demons howling in glee
It was the end
But, you see, it wasn't
Such things were temporary, fleeting
The world would keep spinning
Round and round again
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(Sep 2016)
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Beautiful Darkness
PoezjaA collection of dark poetry, ranging from demons to bloody.
