As I listened upon the crows signing in death chords awaking the morning as the sun doesn’t rise I watch over the rotting flesh in the moors seeing my own slow wasting demise as my own putrid skin shall decay never to see the dawn of the next day incinerated then away we lock as… Continue reading The crows sing in death chords
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Led
Sit alone and ponder life Your body crumbles with time. Every day is a day lost Black footsteps hurry close.
The Death Of A Beautiful Angel
She stood before everyone with her wings spread wide. No one would disagree that her soul was the purest and her beauty was deeper than her skin.