The dying light of one you hold dear. The chains of one slowly slipping away. A heart beat racing towards the finnish. Up and down it goes faster then slower. The blood dripping down his side. The needle in his arm. My brother on of the few and the proud
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Life Dances With Death
Randomshort poems my dark side shows in these for my life is not that sound its full of pain and grief that has boiled over and this is were ill release it
