Push harder and breathe out:
I want you to push harder, push harder and paint a picture for death,
A picture so beautiful that the world fall silent in admiration,
Admiration of red and silver represented by the resentment of the world and the doubt of the light from the sun,
I want you to push harder on the button down to the realm of death and let you go quiet while the doors desperate you from the earths bright shining celestial body,
While you go down the elevator to give your token to death you will finally be able to breathe.
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Poetry?
PoetryNot all of these are mine, some of them are things I heard or read somewhere else I'm trying to figure out how to write poetry, might suck at it but u can see for yourself:)
