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Poetry By: kaftr8drk
Memoir


oh boi.


Submitted:Apr 24, 2012    Reads: 4    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


my crypt lifestyle has given me a severed head.

even now the dragon awaits,fangs bared it's mind flooded with lust for the taste of my flesh.

it shall have naught.

my sword has grown dull,i cannnot see anymore I have lostmy vision, sense of smell my most prized has long been gone.

A glimmer of hope,the diamond that you hold so close,but alast i cannot reach my hands tire.

the sword grows heavy.i take my final breathmy final thought's of a proper burial fades away.





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