Birthday: 10/05
The end comes when love runs dry.
Death will be our greatest award since being born.
The end draws near as the horsemen awaken.
Our greatest enemy is our own existence.
A POEM I WROTE ON VALENTINE'S DAY
I have no notes, death and despair is whats to come
Taking over my lonely soul
Consuming the rage and anger inside
Until the day I die
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