Border of life and death

by CorruptedDreamer   Oct 14, 2004


Its cold and dark
a figure walks up
hes hooded and black
i try to wake up
but it wont happen
he tells me walk left
to a group
dressed just like me
long black robes
billowing out
in the cold black wind
it tatters the robes
of those told to walk
over to the right
they are sent back
to the earth
butnot to live
to haunt
this is the border
between life and death
where will you be sentanced?

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