Sound of Death
I am in deed messed up,
My heart pounding on the rock,
As I pierce my pain on the phase of a tanzanite,
I Grimm as I reap down the valley,
My stress is too dim trying to get hold of the rest,
Test me twice thrice is no test,
The psychology played tormenting!
Facts are stated but never illuminated,
Light is darker but why not show the light,
I alight my path but the eerie of the air,
Still black as coal as stuffy as foul,
My play is to wait for the dark clouds to pass,
But I see no hope only the reapers touch,
I lie to ground and wait my fate,
Let the earth and sky decide or weigh,
Am at peace let me relax and wait.
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