No-body.
Hey Mr. Reaper, I know you're hangin' around. Waiting for the hanged man in the cemetery grounds. Hey Mr. Reaper, I know your name.
By Dakota Lane7 years ago in Poets
I have already lived through a thousand lives. Perceived this world through a thousand eyes. And though I've died a thousand times.
Bleak perception. Awaiting Death. Praying for the end. That each breath will be my last. My world should be joy. My life is fine...