Deathly Pain Poem by Bloody Tristen

Deathly Pain



needles fall from the sky above
As drops of blood rain down
the floor begins to rumble
As I slit apart my skin
darkness tends to cover the sun
while good loses to evil
my shrine to hell
rises up in the air
As my soul Is despair

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