Remembrance of My Death
Around, all around, the dark memories gather.
My dread grows as the stroke of death falls against my naked soul.
It wounds me, and darkly my
life's blood drips
to the wicked earth that is my prison.
In a strange and terrible glee I fall limply
while the end of life looms.
Now alone, my soul falls upon bleeding eyes.
This is death
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gothic poems
i have started to write some dark poems please read
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