Don't fear the reaper
I know he's close by.
Although not afraid
I'm not ready die.
I won't try to run
It'll only waste my breath.
The reaper will find me,
And it will be time for death.
Maybe if I blink
I'll find its all in my head,
But while these eyes are closed
I could wind up dead.
Death isn't scary
Because I've lived through hell.
Maybe after he kills me
All will be well.
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Forever Falling
PoetryLife always finds away to knock us down, and this is the poetry of the things that continue to make me fall. The sad thing is I can never catch a grip on life so I'll continue to fall.... forever.
