This is not my best poem…don’t be afraid… Watch her eyes dance, soullessly in her bloodless, cushioned sockets.
Author: DantesPrayer
Just Be.
My angry Death Story
OK, sorry everyone if this is really gory or badly written. I’m really angry right now and need to get it out of me…
You.
Its February in Canada. The nights are so lonely here, the pink sky looks remarkably like a badly painted desert landscape. Not only that, but the wind and the mist blow right through these weak windows, the snow hardly being shadowed from the lighted glass. I had spoken with you earlier.