Poetry. By me. Many of the poems are dark in nature, but not all. Enjoy.
Sunday, March 25, 2012
Room 101
Cold, cold Waters swirl, surround me Dark and deep. Salty sea, it pounds me Frozen in fright All the darkest night of my life Ending now, as my grip on the wreckage slips, Finds me sinking, Drifting down into the mouth of the Deep.
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