Call me what you will , that I know I am evil . I no longer care , I have had to much despair , and can no longer take hold of what lies ahead . My life full of dread , here I am lying dead. Cold , numb, and frozen in time , I sit here to say this rhyme . Death opening his arms to let me in , you whom have hurt me I let you win. As I shut my eyes I see your evil grin. Ice cold , chill to the bone. I sit here in Deaths Throne , watching and waiting , my soul being taken . The soft whisper of your voice could not be mistaken . As I hear the three words of lie, I take my last breath and die.. In return saying three words of truth . I could see it in your eyes . The happiness of when I truly died.
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Poems Of a Dark Angel
PoetryPoems I've made. Keep in mind , a lot of these may be depressing because my best work is when I'm about to have a mental break down . So if you can't Handel depressing things , don't read this book. ~ Jenx
