Death Death is my stalker, keeping me at bay, At my side, night and day. Constantly around me, by my side, in my bed, Always there when I rest my head. Chains around his waist, his red eyes covered by hood, Hoping and craving for my red, delicious blood. A black cloak draped over body, pale skin underneath, Pain circling my head, like a mid winters wreath.
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