April 13, 2010 at 06:01 pm
Poem, T (13+)
Horror | Horror | Horror
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everyday i lie down in my bed, seeing these horror bad reality.
For each passing nighttime hours I see the reaper dancing in my skull.
I have been seeing the eye of the devil,who stands his back turn.
As I play my Deathmetal music he Screams, he has the anger to fight.
I play the music he hates it so much I play the Sonic wave needle.
Pierce his ears with the anger and the passion for Greed.
I will never Fight you, besides this is my dream.
I will use the Same anger to beat the Reaper with.
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