YOU ARE READING First Class Poetry We're all dead anyways. ~Poetry c 52 5 2 by AnneNicole74 by AnneNicole74 Follow Share Post to Your Profile Share via Email Report Story Send Send to Friend Share Post to Your Profile Share via Email Report Story Death ruled by the fear; a side effect, your progression Ends in a mount of infinitive depression Caked deep in the waters, sailing seas without sight Down or below, the stars already gone in the night.