"I used to love the sunset.
Pretty.
Majestic.
Aesthetic.
But not anymore.
I got severely burned.
By the bright star..
My skin is fragile..
I died..
Burned..
Alive.."

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Haunting Poetry.
PoetryIn this series of poems they are pretty dark and often are gruesome and mysterious. Come along on the ride throughout these poems and see which one is the best to match your tastes.
Deadly Sunset.
"I used to love the sunset.
Pretty.
Majestic.
Aesthetic.
But not anymore.
I got severely burned.
By the bright star..
My skin is fragile..
I died..
Burned..
Alive.."