Death lurks
Behind that corner
Across that bend
Its colors
All different
Some see black
Others see white
Sky blue, sea green,
blood red
We all die sometime
Some sooner than others
But everyone dies
When its there time
Weather they pick it
Or not.
So when you go
What will you see
The black of evil,
the white of heaven,
the blue of the sky,
the green color of water
or the
crimson red of blood?
Im still not sure
What I myself shall see.
But I hope its pretty
Death comes to everyone
When its your time
Weather you choose it
Or not.
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My Poems
PoetryThis is my poems that I write whenever I'm mad, sad, happy, or just feel the need to creat something. It was called "Arts" but I feel that that title didn't fit any more. I really hope you guys get a chance to read this and tell me what you think!
