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Darkness overwhelms me, I can't open my eyes. The dead and dying surround me, I can hear their cries. I no longer feel the pain of battle, my end is drawing near.
Remember those times when you were little and you wished you were a grown up. I can remember how I would fantasize about all the cool adult things I would get to do. I regret that everyday.
The clock ticks on creating a past, why oh why does it have to be so fast. The seconds turn to minutes, minutes turning to hours.
Live each week. As your last my friends. For everyone knows. The current trends. Live each week. As your last my friends. For everyone knows. When it must end. Live each day. As your last my friends.
He sips his wine. Setting down his glass, he stands up. Walking around his library, lit only by candles, he hums a song.
I write to many opusses. Each and every day. I write so many opusses. I have a lot to say. I write so many opusses. This I must confess. As one day my opusses. Will simply be the best.
So long and goodnight. You're gone but it's alright. I'll let the candle burn. One day It'll be my turn. No tears shed tonight. Peace is shinning bright. I'm done with sad.
People say death has no face but that's not true. For death has a face and many have seen it. It just differs from person to person.
No use knocking Now the door has been closed, You took your citrus bite As was supposed. You fell asleep For a thousand years Like Sleeping Beauty Only many more tears.
I drift and I fly, Floating to the sky, Soaring so high, With a final goodbye. Breath has left me, Despite my plea, But in harmony, I'll let things be.
Lie down and listen to your darling heart: The fat beats of life, Are they further apart. Geometry of blood In veined, vital wrist Does patterned pulse Ever so slightly desist.
I feel a deadly disease Spread through my veins, Making me go through Extremely sore pains. I feel a deadly disease Running in my blood. Taking me through mood swings, I'm just no good.
Death, It is something that we are faced with everyday. Whether it be the death of another human or the death of an innocent flower. It is something that we are all familiar with.
Here's a little story Of a man whose time is short The disease that is his nemesis And the battle that's being fought The regular hard worker He never took a pill Mr.
I watch you on the screen In your little bubble, Safe and sound, no trouble, In a world calm and serene, There you don't know the hardships Outside your little carriage, Affairs of money, health and...
On a new estate in England, somewhere in Milton Keynes, Mother went out shopping, for brie, baguettes and beans.
#household Born unto this world All new and pure Growing up Of life we learn more Who we are Can be defined By nurture and nature Are we bad or kind.
#household Allotropes of carbon, A thousand different moulds, Each one of us a story. Nine months 'til we're told, Then we learn and we stumble Not only as infants Into a world So new and...
In all the 329 years, 4 months, 6 days I've lived, I've seen chamber pots filled and long since emptied.
I lie here and rest, Tired on my bed, Surrounded by family, In my heart and my head. I have grown so old, And my time has come, So here alone I wait, To the sound of the drum.
If I should die Think only this of me: 'Thank fuck he's dead. ' That should be the elegy. Don't glorify the life I led.
In the morning our eyes first met, In the evening we could not forget. In the morning our bond grew strong, In the evening it wouldn't be long.
Do you ever think about what happens when we die. Do we go above to that perfect haven in the sky. Or is living just a cycle, vicious in its ways. Nothing to look forward to, when we live out our...
The vibrating cords… Like the strings on a guitar Singing their last song. Tremolant discords Signals death’s final moment Lingering hope, stilled.