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Poetry

Till When | Poem

Till when, Deathra,

I’ve to sleep with you,

Take me to end,

Let me to begin,

I’m asking you, Deathra!

There’s intense urges,

To kill; myself or others,

Turning into a monster,

Turning into a fallen monster,

I’m looking you, Deathra!

Cover me in blood,

Tear my veins apart,

Make me feel none,

Sour my blood with pain,

I’m asking you, again.

Till when, Deathra,

I’ve to live in submit,

I’ve to obey false truths,

I’m in love with Liebe,

I’m asking you, again!

Come! Come! Come!

©sjwordsmith
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