It's been so long -
here comes another dawn,
and I sing my song.
As my weak voice whispers,
trembling,
shaking,
the light's growing wan.
so are you still standing strong?
Please, tell me,
if the light is fading,
if the darkness is starting to win,
if in this fight,
we are losing,
then, can your mouth still grin?
because without your smiles,
all I have
will be gone.
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Poetry of Death
Poetry"You kept saying that you would never die, that you would live forever. But here you are, and here I am. Isn't it funny? I'm here to take your soul. Did I mention, I love my job? Oh right! I never told you. I'm the reaper who will reap your life." B...
