DeathA 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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Added on August 9, 2014 Last Updated on August 9, 2014 AuthorSweetSouthernAngelMSAboutHey everybody! My name is Breanna. I am 18yrs old. I have graduated high school and plan on going to college.i will getting my degree in secondary education for History. I have a wonderful fiance. I h.. more..Writing
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