I was never scared of death.
I welcomed its cold embrace whenever possible,
Feeling disappointed when it left me there alone.
The thought of it was as close to pleasant as I thought it could get.
I was never scared of death,
Until I had a reason to live.
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I hated the thought of death.
The thought of its cold embrace made me shiver,
Like it was something grotesque that made me ill.
It was most unpleasant.
I hated the thought of death,
Until it seemed to be the only thing to comfort my shattered heart.
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From Where My Heart Aches
PoetryPoems, that's basically it. I love poetry more than I tend to admit, and it's always had a special place in my heart. I write random things, but requests are open if you'd like me to try to put a feeling into words or a story you want told. Some rhy...
