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A Black Death
The Heart Churns.
Weakness chains me.
Chained to my will, a promise.
Bound, yet broken, I fall.
These hands, blood-stained
Shall cover thee.
A night of bliss awaits.
A bloody death, a sacred demise.
Bittersweet are the tears I shed for you.
A blackened night,
A frozen heart.
~Josh~
Hey everyone.
I have just finished writing this. I'm not sure if you'd call it 'poetry,' but you can call it what you want to. I wrote this to try and write something different then I usually do.
Perhaps one of you can find meaning in it.
That is my wish.
~Josh~
21.
Love who you want to.
~Josh~
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