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There once was a man who was in love with a girl. She was really beautiful to him, there was one thing in life that stopped him from really being with her. The cancer she was fighting.
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There once was a man who was in love with a girl. She was really beautiful to him, there was one thing in life that stopped him from really being with her. The cancer she was fighting.
As I lie still, slowly dying, I know that my end will have you crying. One pull of the trigger and the stab of a knife, Will leave my whole family in their greatest strife.
It was too late. I had made my decision. Made the decision to end it all. It was too late. I did change one of my decisions, though.
#Augustwriteaday #Death Looking up from underneath, fractured starlight covers me, reflections taint as my heart sinks, and my head goes under...
Slowly creeping, Secret keeping. Taking souls, Leaving holes. Leaving pain, For personal gain. A tyrant old, Stories unfold, Beneath the stare, The stony glare, Of Death's dark eyes, You're petrified.
The yellow lily of death, glowing in the dark, Sings to lost souls, softly as a spotted lark, Calling them into its silk-crested pool, Where all life's burns can be lain to cool, Restful release of...
I've lived life to its fullest, I'm not afraid to die, And when my time approaches, I know I will not cry.
By Christina Rossetti The curtains were drawn, the floor was swept And strewn with rushes rosemary and may Lay thick upon the bed on which I lay, Where through lattice ivy- shadows crept.
'But I don't understand, I don't understand how this all happens, how we go through this, I mean I knew her, and now she's...there's just a body, and I don't understand how come she just can't get...
Dripping blood On the tree You stuck yourself Straight through me I fall, bloody Face plant in the ground I'm all tore up You've not a sound Drip, drip Onto my leg As I say a prayer To continue my...
I look at his strong body weaken and a tear falls for my eye to his cheek, "Don't leave me. Don't you... Dare... Stay with me... I love you so you can't leave!" I whimper snivelling every now and...
It's hard to stay now, on this planet in this fantasy. Nothing holding back from leaving this monstrosity. There's nothing left for me here, I'm all done you see.
He sleeps in the day. And stalks us at night. If you did see him. He'd give you a fright. His head in a hood. He wears a black cape. If he does find you. There is no escape. He's patiently waiting.
Please read on... I'm not going to write anymore Opusses about how unlucky my life has been, so please take a minute to read this.
#household The girl cried out in anguish, Blood trickling down her chest, To survive was her only wish, There was no time to rest.
Here I go. Off to bed. Where I'll rest. My sleepy head. Thoughts of you. Will fill my mind. Sexy tits. And your behind. Spreading cheeks. Far and wide. I'll take a look. Deep inside. As I look.
Smile cause I said so, Be happy cuz you can, Come with me my darling love, And take my loving hand.
If I'm gunna go, I want it to be in fireworks, That sparkle, crackle and glow, Every colour should be present, A display worth millions, Power at one hundred percent.
So, you died. You had taken a few more steps across the moss-infested slimy planks. They were roughly entwined, and heaved under even the subtlest weights, crackling with bursting air pockets.
He walks along the pavement In the deep, dark night. Everything brushing past him Yet nothing in his sight.
An old movie on the tv, A book in your hand and a cup of tea. A normal scene, I do admit, But on closer glance, it did not fit. Your skin was pale, and head tilted to the side.
Warning: Do not read this unless you have read the 22 other parts. <3 "My beautiful Tasha," Marcus touches her cheek. "You are so perfect. So gentle and meek.
Chapter 4 Sluggishly I blurted out, 'Grandfather, you have to leave. I'm going to die.'. With a downhearted look on his drooped face, he cried, 'Anthony.
They never liked him anyway.