HelpA Poem by BleedMyHeartOutHelp. I am dying. There is not much left.
Help. The end is near. I can feel the reaper's cold touch.
Help. Is anyone there? Can anyone hear my screams?
Help. It's calling to me. They are calling to me.
Help.... Go home. The dead are dead.
December 19, 2011 © 2011 BleedMyHeartOut |
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BleedMyHeartOutNova Scotia, and British Columbia, CanadaAboutI am fairly young in age, but have been through more than most older than myself, therefore making my mental age more than physical. If you are to read my poetry, please know that I don't write much a.. more..Writing
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