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Chills tingling down my spine
As I’m laying down on the dampened surface
My face as pale as a ghost
My body so still
My hair is a ratted mess
My nails as grey as the night sky
As he leans over me to see if
I’m still breathing
For my soul has already
Gone to hell
for all the sins I have made
As he sends me down
To the dark side
About the Creator
Jennifer lindquist
I’ve always had a interest in poetry since I took a creative writing class in high school. Writing poetry is my safe place where I can either get positive or sometimes negative energy out by my writing of poetry.
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