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The Woman Named DeathI saw a pale horse, and its name was death.The Woman Named Death by Dijikuru2525
I said nothing as it walked beside me
Tripping on thin legs, exhaling its own soul,
Until finally it fell, and the world rushed in to kill it.
I saw a woman, and her name was death.
She clawed her way to the bottom of the pit;
Writhing and choking and breaking and smoking,
And god--what I'd give to forget about it.
I saw my future, and it looked like death,
With drunken orgies and vats full of cornstarch,
Love unconditional, and hate fueled by the same...
I failed at life, and I lost the game.
Things that define me are:|
Vegetables, the sun, vocal cords, chocolate, and love.
Current Age: 18,
Current Residence: Hades, Mexico,
Favourite genre of music: All of it!,
Operating System: OSX,
Shell of choice: The magic chocolate kind!!,
Personal Quote: I do not think, therefore I am not.