Doomer Poem by Birdie Anderson

Darkness
Killing
Blood-spilling
Coldness
Reckless
Always friendless
Alone
Evil
Red-eyed foe

Why don't you just let go
Erase the fears you've come to know
And let the world see what goes
Hell is gambling your soul
We won't know who you'll become
Or if you'll be sold

It's done
Your time has seconded out
No air left to cast a doubt
You will be lashed so fast
Your breath won't catch
Your brain won't react
To the fact that you left
A long time ago