Death

Around, all around the dark memories gather
my dread grows as the dagger
of your words fall against my naked soul
It mutilates me
and darkly my essence drips
to the wicked earth that is my prison
in my madness I cry out, Why!
While Death's shadow surrounds me
now alone, my soul falls upon cold eyes
this is my H***

Angela D Bean

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