My Doom

by LuCiDnIgHtMaRe   Apr 12, 2006


Around,all around,the sinister creatures gather.
My dread grows as the stroke of death falls against my naked soul.
It crushes me,and darkly my
blood drips
to the thirsty earth.
In pain I fall limply
while death hovers close.
Now alone,my soul falls upon darkened eyes.

This is my doom

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