God, deceive my sight
Only I, can bleed in the night;
Death hasn't come, it has barely begun, it's eerie flight; everything they say, will turn out alright.
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PoetryA selection of poetry, that I have written from the last three years. An anthology of my poems from the last three years, which I have put together, for everyone to enjoy, about survival, love, heartbreak and pain, and my own experiences in life. ...
God
God, deceive my sight
Only I, can bleed in the night;
Death hasn't come, it has barely begun, it's eerie flight; everything they say, will turn out alright.