Death is easy,
It follows you,
Run,
It will outrun you.
When the chair came,
I did not run,
I hid,
Where death can not find me.
Hiding is for a coward,
Yet giving in to death is foolish,
I can be coward,
If life is its reward.
So hide,
Don't run,
Hide,
In the darkest corner.
And in the darkest hour,
Leap out of the corner,
Strike towards heart,
And claim victory.
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Evil Chair My Story
PoetryFar away in another reality there lives an evil chair. Its dream is to take over everything. There is a girls who's world has been taken over by the chair. These poems will describe her experiences and what she does to survive.
