Alone again in my blood-stained world.
Memories of life,
O, what precious life!
I feel regret, remorse.
The hands of the clock count down
To my final hour.
Final Judgement looms,
An end is near,
My end is near.
So close I can feel it's presence.
The shinigami that watches me smiles,
It's smile haunts me.
Knowing all, and telling none.
An end, an end
An end that becons.
An end that begins with death.
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Last Wish, My Poem Collection
PoetryFirst poem book. I've filled it to the top with dark poems from the far corners of my mind. Enjoy my shadows.
