GothicCherry's blog: "how i sometimes feel i guess"

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Around, all around, the mourners gather. My dread grows as the stroke of death falls against my neck. It wounds me, and darkly my blood drips to the dead grass. In pain I hang my head while death hovers close. Now alone, my blood falls upon dead eyes. This is death

what have you done to me? a dark black shadowy cloud of blood as memories scream. once we drank of bliss, untainted and hand in hand, but your heart perished. a deadened pool of blood - tears follow hate, follow death, love left to die. in a storm of sorrow, i hate you.