Death · Guest Author · Love

The Soul of Bones: by Ashoka 5/20/18

I don’t care what they do to you

I say feed yourself to the wolves

 

Kill me, in my sleep

I, will not die, by your soul

 

Try me, let me make you weak

there’s no way to tell when i’ll go

 

Kill me, yes my sweet

I’ll bury, your thoughts, in my bones

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