We can't be stopped.
You will find what you have fought,
In your final moments of distraught.
A dark stare, A black cape.
The midnight will not comply with fate.
Feel the abyss wrap around you.
It is the call that will surround you,
and in your final breath know this:
You may have thought death would save you,
You may have believed the end would forgive you,
Yet your heart will not be free.
We will send it spiralling through pain,
And you will be stuck, you will be locked,
In a endless loop of time,
Where my friend,
This virus will give you no end.
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Poetic Music
PoetryA collection of poems written to soundtracks which are there for you to play.
