As he sits in his throne
It's hard to believe he can't carry on
He sits with the bloody staff in his hand
For he has made his final death
She walks into the room
As her soul and his begin to entwined
He has to stop it, to end the pain
As he slides his sharp nails down her back to her waist
She takes his staff
Tells him he won't feel any pain
She lays him down on the floor
And takes the staff
And plunges it through his chest
As he slowly dies
His blood begins to cover her body
Consuming her soul
She begins to scream
Running from his poisoned body
As she reaches the edge
She starts to fall
Into the pits of hell
Yukki666
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My poems of Dark, Depression, and Anorexia
PoetryThese poems express what I'm going through and how I feel. Basically its a timeline of my life and what is happening. There will always be a dark side to me and a good side. My poems vary from depressed to dark and to my Anorexic side. I hope you gu...
