Death 3/55

Death

A man so loud

I could not hear myself

So controlling i couldn't not exist

It's not right, not fair

I greive you

Grieving monsters

What a joke

A sick punchline

The final act of your torture

How dare you get to haunt me

I'm done crying

Watch my turn this ocean of tears

Into a tsunami

Drowning all who love the smell the scent of the wounds you left