Close

I lay, in silence

not asleep, nor awake.

My death,

real, not fake

as believed before.

The asp

my killer.

The poison coursing through my veins.

 

Soon,

I will be gone with the wind

together again

with everyone I've had to destroy,

all for my power, my pride.

The hungry power causing me to murder

like the asp,

my killer.

My Death


By Millie

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