Morbid Things
Author: WilTheThrill


Morbid things come,
And fill my mind,
I drift into darkness,
Leaving this world behind,

In a gloomy tornado,
Is where Iím floating,

All I can see,
Is black everywhere,
sound like somewhere you want to be?
Come in if you dare.

------- Author's Notes -------

listen to the song "Paint it Black" by The Rolling Stones. scary...


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