This body so cold to you
This skin is not right
Though each day you start anew
But all you know is night
Looking in the mirror
All you see is shell
Just the daily terror
For there is no exit in hell.
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Lambs to the Slaughter...
ПоэзияI like writing poetry so this is going to be a book simply of my poems. these will be mostly dark but I will try to have some happy or at least slightly bearable poems as well. dark writing is kinda thing so its ok if its not you kinda thing.
