Void...blackness...silent...death
Stuttering inhales that are slow to draw breath
Cold...bitterness...shivering...frozen
This is not the life that I had chosen
Echoes of screams, of tortured, pain-filled cries
Even the ever-living tree eventually dies
The world no longer holds beauty
The Grim Reaper comes, as is his duty
Crimson blood will turn brown
I sit here, hoping to drown
Taking it all in, I see my sin
This isn't a fight that I would win
If you believe me, please know I tried
There is no more time to bide
I see their faces, the ones that I lost
How could death be the cost
I lived my life, I know that much
I just no longer have the touch
I haven't been well for some time
I'm sorry that's such a crime
I see the Reaper now, I know I'm gone
I won't be found until the dawn
No one is at fault, it was just time to go
I hope no one ever stoops this low
Do not weep, it is not needed
Tears are not for me, that's all I pleaded
My soul with be reborn, but I will stay
Trust me, we will meet another day
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Poems And Quotes
PoetryThis is a collection of poems and quotes from a time in a teenager's life when she thought she had nothing. In reality, the world had given her everything she had ever wanted; a family, a lover, a friend. She's no longer there, not anymore, but she...
