The only thing I know,
Is death and death again,
a soulless whisper in the snow,
a shapeless figure soon to reign,
go and live,
if you can,
but remember this:
As humans should,
we all will die,
if I could stop life I would,
but is that a lie?
Remember when your time has come,
don't stay, just go.
YOU ARE READING
speed bump
PoetryI write my poems when I'm bored, Because I can't say what I feel without being forward, I read all night, And sleep all day, Just to keep you all away, I'm sick and tired, Of being w...
