Personally speaking,
I wish that we'd all die.
For if humanity was gone
No one else could lie.
A song would still be whistling
Through the branches on the wind
But we would all be scattered
Upon the desperate ground of sin.
How many times have you
Witnessed someone die?
The last breath that you take
Will always make someone else cry.
However, those dear teardrops,
They would exsist no more
If we left the world empty
Because we faced that storm.
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Poetry for Dying to
PoetryThis is a poetry book mainly consisting of freelance poetry and deep thoughts. It may make you think about the deeper aspects of life. It will not be complete any time soon, but will be added to as time goes on. Everything here is mine, and mine on...
