All that was left was me, shattered without you.
Broken glass scatters the floor,
and the rose you gave me now decays near the door.
This life of happiness now lingers in my dreams,
replaced by the tears and my dying screams.
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Gentle Screams and Glass Figurines
Poetry"Nothing can protect us from the human screams, as the fire of anarchy intoxicates our once innocent minds." ~~~~~~ A collection of poems about life, death, and everything in between. Dark, deep, and horror poetry intended to make you think abou...
