My Sorrow Poem by Halloween Nightmare

My Sorrow



My dread grows as doom's scythe falls against my neck.
It slays me, and darkly my
blood drips
to the wicked earth that is my prison.
In my madness I beg forgiveness
while death looms.
Now alone, my blood falls upon dead eyes.

This is my doom

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