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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: August 08, 2016

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Submitted: August 08, 2016



Every second, every minute,
every day, feels like a million years.
When will it be over, the pain and the tears,
every drop of rain, every moment of fear.

The stars shine as bright as any flame,
I don't see anything except for shadows and shame,
you said you don't want  to see me go,
I just want to say hi to the black crow,
circling the dead with his tar-black wings, 
make me yours, make me yours.

Oh end, my dearest
friend, meat me soon,
soon, soon.

This life time feels endless,
living with the deadness
inside of me, I can't get rid of the
hungry cannibal eating me to the cor.

Waiting for the sun to fall,
still can't hear the black crow call,
I'm your little doll.
I will wait forever in this hell,
come for me when you hear the bell.


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