The world is a mess
More often than less
But still I am here
And I show no fear
The night is a spill
Of black ink to refill
But I find it pretty
Though life can be shitty
I hate this earth
And this is the first
Time I have said
What's always in my head
I could end it all
With a single fall
But I don't know
If death is a foe
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Never Catch Me
PuisiA collection of poems about death. WARNING: contains death. #24 in poetry 9/25/15