Archive, Poetry You Do The Undead Deeds | Poem January 2, 2020 No Comments Await, If times are tearing you apart, You do the undead deeds. Let’s touch each other’s heart, Nothing will come of ignorance. Await, Dearest, I may walk the light again. Right now, darkness soothes me. ©Suraj Jangid Advertisements Share this:PocketWhatsAppTumblrRedditTelegramMoreFacebookTwitterPinterestSkypeEmailPrintLinkedInLike this:Like Loading... borderlinepersonalityfollowandreadmoreinfamousdarkpoemssurajjangidthestigmaticmind Previous Post Next Post You may also like January 4, 2020 That Confined Place | Poem October 18, 2019 Flow my Blood | Poem November 24, 2019 Deathra, Dress Me For The Night! | Poem Leave a Reply Cancel reply This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.