i've never seen you lose a fight.
you have confidence and pride.
you've never ever lost a fight.
never even ran to hide.
however today you lost to the evil mistress,
her name is death.
you fought and fought and almost won,
until the cruel mistress pulled her gun.
as she shot you in the head, she tore apart my heart.
this evil mistress comes for us all.
there's no escaping her.
the only way to win is to die how you want.
weather that be surrounded by family,
surrounded by friends,
alone in the basement
or at the bottom of a cliff.
or maybe in a laundry basket with one blanket and zero hope.
YOU ARE READING
horrible poetry- happily depressing
Poesíathis is just some garbage poetry i'm writing. nobody'll read it, and that's fine. im just doin' some things.
