A beautiful girl of twenty in age
A serial killer locked up in a cage
A ninety year old, about to die
A sweet little baby, who does squeal and cry,
No matter who you are, or where or when
Death creeps up on us all
Without an exception
As much as you try to fight it and cry
Death will come after you
When it’s your time to die
so always be ready,
and never be afraid
because everyone must have
a final day
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Poetrya collection of poems that i have written on dark subjects. Enjoy. and...... don't look behind you.
