Around, all around, the mourners gather.
My dread grows as the dagger of your words falls against my heart.
It crushes me, and darkly my essence drips to the cold, uncaring tombstones.
In my madness I dance, while the Reaper takes my hand.
Now alone, my soul falls upon uncaring eyes.
This is my salvation
Darlky gothic
Comments
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Beautiful words to describe death... The details and the brilliance of your imagination is extrodinary...
Amazing!

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Awesome write!
My dread grows as the dagger of your words falls against my heart.
Now that is just one of the best lines I've read.
Great job on this!

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sweet write.your not going to kill yourself are you lol jk
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WOW!!!!
This is really good
me loves it
Keep writing
*high five*




