Death of the soul,
And death of the mind;
End of everything;
Left behind.
The tears I weep,
The blood I bleed,
The final will,
And depth to succeed,
The wave goodbye,
As up spirits fly,
Into the bloodstained,
Everlasting sky.
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The Ghosts of my past.
ŞiirLiterally, the ghosts of my past. My pain and such. Poetry from 2008-2009.