reaper

the clown in the picture turns his head and glares crows gather in the room's corner and wait patiently siren screams from a distance and ever so slowly finds it's way ghost of all demons snaps my neck one final breath escapes the clown blinks the crows fly the shadow departs having pronounced he walks out shaking at what he has seen in those dead eyes

Deckard

I began writing poetry when I was a teenager and it truly saved me from a destructive path. 'Time Heals' will be on my grave stone'. I have 3 incredible kids who are the greatest gifts that God has given me. If I have advice to give to aspiring...

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