Death
Ein kleines, englisches Gedicht...
Wandering alone
Unknown
Unshown
Invisible
Constantly around
In the background
Here bound
Intangible
Herold of existance
The consequence
Dream-born demons
Despised
Never seen
Always been
Unforseen
Disguised
I am death.
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