At Half Past Hell, She Comes.Through My Dreams Comments

Every night when I go to my bed, I think it may be the last night of my bed, I always afraid to be buried alive, and I wrote a poem Buried Alive in two parts. When i read your name in your comment on one of Robert Murray Smith's poem, I became interested in read your poems. After reading this amazing poem I appreciated my decision. Dear Buried Alive, I am also waiting for my death because I am afraid to be buried alive.

Morbidly wonderful, ecstatically written