Death Is good,
Death will come.
Sooner than most,
But not soon enough.
Death, Death.
What does it do?
It. Kills. You.
Death is approaching,
I can see them by them by the tub.
I must go.
Gurgle gurgle. Silence.
Death has come.
YOU ARE READING
I see Humans, but No Humanity.
Poesía~ It really is a shame, that people play a game. A gun to their head, a knife in their bed, All because of a game~
