Dark skies are falling
The reaper is calling
He sees the tears that are forming
He hears your cries from afar
He'll be by your side before morning
He wants to comfort you
Before people start to mourn you
Then he'll take your soul
And leave the shell of you
He'll just like you and me
He's got a job to do
So live your life
Before he takes it from you
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The Fear of Drowning Deep
PoetryShe was beautiful in the way a forest fire was beautiful something to be admired from a distance not up close. - A little talent is a good thing to have if you ever want to be a writer. But the only real requirement is the ability to remember every...
