No!
He shouted at the dark figure as it stretched its pale, skinny fingers towards him
I do not want to die yet he pleaded
neither do I the figure replied as he took my soul away
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PoetrySuicidal poems, A Confrontation with the grim reaper. Short poems of peoples thought before they reach the after life. Their conversations with the grim reaper and near death experiences.
Neither do I
No!
He shouted at the dark figure as it stretched its pale, skinny fingers towards him
I do not want to die yet he pleaded
neither do I the figure replied as he took my soul away
