With each passing day
The dark is calling me
With every push I make,
It shows me where I want to be.Down the alley
At the corner wall.
That small alley,
Not the bravest dare patrol.
Uncleaned blood stains,
Only the floors had witnessed.
Dust covered chair with legs broken.The smell of death lingers in the air.
The smell of blood, agony and despair.
Oh darkness has heeded my call!
Oh dear, I may have killed them all.
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inkbloodd (A Collection of Original Poems and Quotes)
PoetryThis is a heartfelt collection of my 200+ original poems and quotes written and compiled since 8/8/18 With the original and beautiful photography of Dennis Garingalao. Every page contains quotes or poems about pain, love, lust, fantasy, horror, dar...