I believe death is peaceful
When death comes knocking at my door,he will try to bring me under his wing
I will go willingly
Death has taken my loved ones
Death snatches up fathers, mothers, daughters, sons
He doesn't care who he takes
People who are real, people who are fakes
He sometimes kills painfully
But he also kills quickly
I hope he takes me silently
Death only comes when the time is right
I will go without a fight
When death comes to collect me
I will welcome his embrace
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What About Now?
PoesíaI have been battling really bad depression. To stop some of my moods i would write. Here is my writings. I will try and keep up with the writings, but no promises.
