Hannah Barnes

Rookie (London, UK)

Death Of A Perpetrator

I turned around and there was death,
He took my hand, then took my breath,
I felt his touch, cold and harsh,
As he took the murmur of my heart,
I felt his whisper against my cheek,
As he took my final beat.

My sense was weak, my mind was hollow,
I pulled away, yet still I followed,

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