In life, he waits for you, he taunts you for being alive you until you die.
In death, he tortures you, he taunts you for being dead until you are born again.
Death is a child, he plays with life as if it is a game and we let him. In fact some of us even worship him, but he is just a child playing with something as precious as life. If he doesn’t treasure life, then why should you.
-Rayne .V Grey
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Some Shity Poems
PoetryNothing but some trash I wrote in english class or in spear time.
