Did you ever think as a hearse goes by
That you could be the next to die?
The lost on the news
Or the person that they lose
Could be you
Because we all wish to die too.
Storm, water, poison , or train
Either way your life is down the drain
Maybe hope will choke your life
Or maybe it will be by the blade of a knife
Any which way
We all will say
"A hellish world is not what I wish.
Poison I will kiss"
Rope, suffocation, or a great fall
It's all
Too much to take
Bullet, blade, overdose, burn
Any way your heart will churn
One last time before you make
A choice for your life's sake
Did you ever think as a hearse goes by
That you could be the next to die?
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To Write On My Heart
PoetryA mirror to her soul. Look into her eyes for there is the key. Her heart is locked and I you won't ever know who she really is. The soul is the reason you take a chance on her because to know who she really is, is magic. So look into her eyes, and g...
