Poems from KatieGray

I love to write, it helps me to release, and in a way I feel like I'm creating something small. Even if it doesn't matter, ya know?
The moon light was dim But beautiful still Death watches Sara positings herself on the edge of the roof Looking out at the sky Her brown...
The girl looks into her shattered mirror Her face is distorted Her eyes are red Pieces of her face are gone Fallen to the floor at her feet...
  The hall went silent The room shining and bathed in gold Glittering jewels And portraits of wars The chairs lavish, in silk Burgundy and...
The girl lay in bed that night And Death stood at her bed's foot The girl watched Death Her eyes drooping with sleep Rest now Death's...
And Death came first In the night While the girl lay in bed Her hands shaking Death looked down at her Knowing she couldn't see him And...

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