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The reaper grim,. Has come herein,. To take your soul,. With his scythe,. You will writhe,. Until you're no longer whole,. With his hooded cloak,. Your life broke,. Your meeting will never end well,.
Please stay strong,. Just for me,. I know I'm going to die,. But looking past that is what I want you to see,. I know it's the end,. I know it's clearly in sight,. But please my love don't cry,.
She walked over to the window, Took a breath of some fresh air, Looked over to the bed, Where her boyfriend lay unaware.
The frosted grass cracked underfoot As winter took a hold on night The chilled air gave a heavy groan As shadows danced in the moonlight You took my hand and I took yours Walking slowly, glove in...
She sat up. Her book was getting interesting, but she still had to wake up the next morning. School and all. She shook her hair out and ran her fingers quickly though it, stripping it of any knots.
Frozen to the core Bones left aching and sore As she watches from the distance Her fading mortal existence. The night wasn't supposed to end like this She had been out once...
She lies inside her coffin: A case of ice and glass, With legs of smoothest ivory, And handles carved of brass.
Soaring, majestic stone towers into the shining, azure blue heavens. Thunderous screams of the gruesome crowd rip through the hazy day. Searing, saffron light flashes off gleaming, bronze metal.
I hear something in the dead of night Outside of my window, just out of sight I hear it creep inside my house Quieter than a skilful mouse It creaks slightly on the first step But I hear no...
This is silly. You've done it all before. You expect me to forgive. You expect so much more. Then the gunshot. It rings out in the air. It is meant to hit you. But it is me that is there.
As she lay there dying, I stood beside her crying. So much needed to be said, But she laid motionless on the bed. The tears streamed down my face, She could never be replaced.
The stench of death surrounds me And dead bodies are piled in heaps A baby girl cries While her mother weeps Not a cemetery Not a grave in sight Just those rotten corpses Blotting out the light A...
Everything was still. The life stopped ebbing away like drops in the river and the planet froze on its axis. This was the moment that a life was lost.
Who suffers more in death. Family or the one that's lost. When we take the final breath, Who must pay the greater cost. #morbid #life #death.
The damage is done, The wounds have bled, The night, no longer, Seeing red. My body lies, Upon this rock, Bled out, bone dry, Against the clock.
#glensbored. There's a big hungry lion named Ted. Who got angry went he wasn't being fed. He escaped from his cage. And was full of rage. But he got shot, so now Ted's dead.
As day became black, The room filled up with dark shadows and swallowed me up . I tried keeping my eyes open, but it was clear to see the darkness was taking over my mind.
Your last breath Tingles my lips And your sigh weakens Life from your fingertips. Tell me that I'm yours, Before you leave me. Fulfil my last request Before your eyes can't see.
The dead have only one thought, I wish I was alive, For creative thought, this is what I strive. It all ended for me the day I took my life, Poetry set in motion, death to emotion.
I wrote a letter to express my love, Ill care for you dearly even if I am doing so from above, I wrote these words in hope you'd never read them, But what did we expect when I entered this battle...
"Move move move!", Where the words he said, As he sent us all, To be dead. Peering over, The ledge ahead, I was foreseeing, Me lying down dead.
Blood blood everywhere. It's happened again to my despair. Most of it is my own. Everyone I loved now's festering bone. My face is covered with bruises and tears.
Who are you sir. I am just someone Why are you in my bedroom. I have come to take you away Away where. Away from all this Why must I go. Because you are dying. I'm dying. I don't want to die.
Ole grandpa Joe, now there was a man Six feet tall, drove a black sedan. Took me fishing on sunny days, We ate jello sandwiches and drank lemonade.