darkestangel

The Crow:
By: Andrew C. Spencer

It comes for me ripping at my flesh,
eating away my soul in layer upon layer of brutal tormet.
I run but it only rakes my back in my futile attempts to break free of it's grasps.
Death opens it s hand for the coin to cross the river,
I am poor... and he sends me back to hell once more.


Published: 2000
Copyright of me.

(that was with suicide attempt #1)

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