Just a lot of poems showing how I felt in the past and me just expressing myself


1. Death

The poor girl leaked life, as the gun was thrust upon her chest,
Shadows stalked and heads watched, as faces twisted into ugly shapes,
A call from a raven, as the bones rotted here,
Yet the soul was struck, and destroyed like apes.

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