Dead Armour Poem by Daegal

Dead Armour



When a sickening weight sinks down, when the
Only thing expelling warmth is ghastly
And putrid in its fester, when the cold,
Dead eyes of old friends tell stories, endless
In their torture. Would you cherish a death?

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Daegal

Daegal

Doncaster, England
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