Coldness etches its way
across frozen limbs and
darkness sweeps over
this barren land.
Death was supposed
to be better
(then this)
No bright light
to ease the pain,
and no songs of joy
to sooth my burning head.
Wind howls to cause
the numbed ears and
throat cracked.
Stomach swells,
body aches.
Death was supposed
to be better
THAN THIS!
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Meg's Songs
These are all of my songs/poems. Some will be used for my band, others won't. Feel free to critique. Be as harsh as you want, the harsher the better, just remain respectful. Thanks in advance for all the critiques!
~Meg
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