Cold fingers touch the skin
Deadly whispers set in
The hollow sound of a cry goodbye
Making people want to die
The face is blank
The voice dead
No thoughts pass threw the head
A bony hand reaches to you
spiriling to your doom
On the face of the dead theres an unearthly glow
That you dont want to know
EDIT:A poem i wrote when i was like...umm 12 i think.....Yup quite sure it was 12 ^ ^'
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