My life is so small
With no one beside me
Death has made his call
And has opened his arms to me
The flow of death
Isn't so bad
I don't even have to make a breath
Thought it's quite sad
It's a never ending dance
With everyone going the same pace
It is filled with extravagance
But there's fear all over this place
As I step in time
I find him beside me once again
To the band he makes a sign
And takes me through this strange land
It's not filled only with fear
It's also filled with glee
I think I'll like it here
Where I can truly be me
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The Death Poems
PoetryPoems about death, sadness, evil, sin, etc. There may be some poems that have the same theme, but all of them are different and original. Collection 2 is now published, so please check that one out as well.
