It kills us all,
Even the toughest.
Whether it be slow,
Whether it be weak.
It kills us all.
There is no escaping,
We cannot outrun it.
We send our own children out into the battle,
We are afraid to face it ourselves.
Many men are lost,
Many women are murdered.
Even the fastest cannot escape,
It catches up at sometime.
It will kill us all at one point...
It will destroy the helpless remains of our hearts...
It will break the men into tiny twigs,
Leaving the women as their branch that falls off as it kills us.
It kills.
It kills us all.
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Poetic Excuses
PoetryRandom poems that will usually express my current emotion. These poems can have romance, depression, anger, or even joy!
