Friends
Family
I used to have these
But they can not see
What has happened to me
So I drove them away
Who cares?
It's not like I could trust them any way
There is no escape from life I now see
Except for death
DeathIs what brought me here
It is what taught me to see
To recognize the enemy
Death is what taught me to always watch
To always see
The enemy
The others
The others could not
The whole company
Now they're rotting in the ground
Because they refused to learn with me
Death is the friend
It allows us to run
To run and hide
It is escape from our prison
Our jailer
Called
Life
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Pestilence
PoetryA collection of poems about the true horror of many deadly diseases and disorders spawned from the depths of jungles around the world. Pestilence investigates plagues from bygone days such as Black Death which ravaged Europe from 1330 B.C. to 1600 B...
