We were going down
They were climbing higher
I cried as I shielded
My face from the fire
The sound of the
Screams of the
Hurt and the
Damned
Were like the
Dismal chords
Of the Titanic's
Band
And every time
I try to sleep
I end up
staying awake to weep
The screams still echo
In my head
Making me want
To join the dead
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Never Catch Me
PoetryA collection of poems about death. WARNING: contains death. #24 in poetry 9/25/15