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Rated: · Poetry · Dark · #1462903
People fear life and death, this poem shows it both
walking acrossed a nonmoonlit street
nothing but my shadow to watch me weep
dreams that once seemed so true
flipped upside down and made me blue
no one here at my side
no one here to get me by
oh i wished this was a dream
but the pain is real, or so it seems
moments that were in my past
fulish i htought they would last
never to relive the things i did
stuck like a child in a crib
no more second chances to take
sit here until i break
but now so dead, no more life
nothing i can do, never fight
death is something we all must take
death is something that will never break
all these things run in my head
as i lie in my death of a bed
never again to smell a rose
never again, for my coffen is closed
nothing here, no sign of light
nothing to hold but my fright
life is something in the past
death will always last
hell is not were the place of the devil
its being stuck alone forever and ever
heaven and hell know to man
lonleyness is your ownly friend
here i sit in a mess
now i lie here
stuck in death
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