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Death is a silent and cold thing.
It comes quickly without you even knowing.
Usually never painless, for Death is merciless.
It comes in its rolling black fog that swallows you and takes you away forever. Why try to stop it? For there is no cure for Death.
Memories start to fade away as your soul is ripped from your body.
Forgotten, you slowly fade as death consumes you.
Surrounded by darkness, a small light shines through.
It seems as if it calls for you to come.
Only you could know what lies beyond the streamed light.
They say it takes you to a Heavenly kingdom.
But you would believe that?
This deathly world we live in brings nothing but killing and blood spilling.
It brings nothing else but dieing hope.
Maybe we could create a more perfect world….if we ever try.
- by skeIeton lord |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 06/26/2009 |
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