Why do people fear you? They know you'd creep up on them someday.
I don't know...don't ask me...
What...are you doing?
Don't come closer...stop...
Are you laying your hands on me?
It's nice to have someone to hug me...
"Fear me, for it is only human to do so...
Acknowledge my existence before it is too late...
When it is your time, I will come to you and return you to where you came from..."
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Death-The Other Side
PoetryIs it refuge, or is it home? Is it treachery, or is it paradise? Is it hell, or is it heaven? Is it even worth avoiding in the first place? Death. The ones who have experienced it cannot speak it. The ones who live cannot confirm it.
