Death NoteA Poem by BlakHeart
The rope that hung from above
Is the perfect swing when you're blue The blade that gently touches my flesh And tenderly hugs my wrist The medicine that puts me to slumber Is the medicine that will help me rest in peace And the liquid that cleans silver Is the liquid I crave the most Once again our paths have crossed But this time I promise you this That we'll never cross paths For we'll walk the same path Oh death! Hold me tightly And never let me go For we'll wali the same path That you once took alone © 2016 BlakHeartReviews
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