ADAM
- laurencewatkins
- Nov 18, 2024
- 1 min read
Death & fear run down my legs
With no hope, I bolt for my life
Within my soul, holding the key
I search my life for death and decay
Death controls my face
Laying it's seed over my eyes with it's scent
Scars appear on my body
Symbols of what awaits me in the new world
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