Halloween Nightmare - My sorrow

My dread grows as doom's scythe falls against my neck.
It slays me, and darkly my
blood drips
to the wicked earth that is my prison.
In my madness I beg forgiveness
while death looms.
Now alone, my blood falls upon dead eyes.

This is my doom

Halloween Nightmare

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