Death

Death

A Poem by SweetSouthernAngel

His eyes are made of red hot coals.
His body is cloaked in darkness.
He gains his power from peoples pain,fear, and hatred.
He is always there.
Watching and waiting.
Waiting for sonething to happen.
Waiting for you to die.
Waiting for you to give in.
Waiting to add you to his collection of souls.
He wants you.
Don't give him what he wants.

© 2014 SweetSouthernAngel


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