Poetry from the Teenage NERD.
Part 3
The sun dissapears and all else dies.
The things I could have said,
to save what was left.
So bring me closure.
Kill me now.
Break me.
Kill me.
Bring me home.
Things happen
that bring the unexpected
to our door.
Where do we go
when everything comes down upon us,
lies to us, kills us?
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Firey little thing, isn't she?
Name: Scorche
Type: Fire
Family: Flarius
Name: Scorche
Type: Fire
Family: Flarius