***Guys this is my first EVER WRITTEN poem, SO TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK. COMMENT MAYBE VOTE, MAYBE FAN, ITS UPTO YOU! BUT TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK!***
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Death is not the beginning.
Neither is it the end.
You never know when it will come,
It is neither foe nor friend,
It hides until it’s done.
Waiting in the shadows,
As dark, as bright is the sun.
The souls do the reaper sow
It comes in many forms and shapes,
It may be as quick as the light,
It may be sucked and reaped.
It may accompany fright;
It may come as a relief,
To those who live in pain,
It may come as an abomination,
or looked upon in disdain.
It might come swiftly,
Relieved of the affliction.
Or it might come in torment
paradoxical contradiction.
It might be the cause of living too long,
Or it might be an untimely dissolution.
It might accompany fear,
in a state of dark illusion.
The more it rots the heart.
The more it becomes steadier.
That’s when the terror starts,
Thanatophobia.
