Underworld Poem by Heather R. Stewart

Underworld



from living to dead...from here to gone...to the underworld with me the land of pain with a broken heart ive arived he has killed me the weapon is love the lack of it or to much of it which he feels iam not sure but lack of it he has shown and for it he banishes me to the undead qualitys of the underworld life

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