Remembrance Of My Death

Around, all around, the sinister creatures gather.
My dread grows as the dagger of your words falls against my naked soul.
It mutilates me, and darkly my
blood drips
to the broken ground.
In horror I beg forgiveness
while the Reaper surrounds me.
Now alone, my essence falls upon darkened eyes.

This is my doom
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3 Responses Jul 10, 2010

There should be more gothic poetry I find it beautiful nice words =)

Thanks aspiringmute

wonderful *aplauds whilst wiping a tear away*