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A poem...
23 Feb 2021 13:59 by
toxicroaker
a poem I found for dracovish
"I have no lungs with which to scream.
To flex my neck,i must first break it.
My flesh burns,healing indefinitly.
I yearn to breathe yet anatomy forakes it.
What must I do to go gently,
What feat to feel the void's embrace?
What must I do to escape mine hell
And ascend this cur'sed easte?
I dare not ask how I live
And only ask to die,
I dare to make Atonement
And suffer none in death's eye.