by Lindsay Quist
Mindless thoughts turned to cries,
Vividly dreaming with soundless screaming,
Silently suffering as the heart dies,
What’s one to do with no place to run?
A life seemingly full of hurt and lies......
As time slowly passes the pain only gets deeper,
A flame-less fire burning cold inside,
Softly speaking "I'm the real Grim Reaper",
Fearlessly sneaking just waiting anxiously,
Love is the name, my eternal keeper.
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