Dead.
Fate ran its line with mine
It watched and waited,
and at the right time it let me know that destiny is all too real
I'm falling short, falling down, falling inward
A horror, one that reveals itself at the very end.
I am evil, I am black
I am cold, a ragged jagged laceration
Veins run red, crimson turns to ice.
A black sky, red clouds, and rain.
All I
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