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My road of life has turned straight,. Clarity, I await with breath a'bait,. For all those twists and turns,. The enemies and lovers yearned,. Narled oaks stood proud through time,.
Watching life lose Running got caught, Tried my best and fought. Kicking and screaming. But not succeeding. Losing lots of blood, Flowing out like a flood. Can't stop it. It's leaving me bit by bit.
Your life, a sheet of paper, And death, a raging fire, That turns to ash the words you write, And scripts, anew, a liar.
I have seen you, Death In your many forms. I have walked in these Shadowed valleys before.
“It has occured to me that humans are the least fortunate of all living beings. They have all the same instincts that all animals share; to survive, to feed, to reproduce.
Just a strange little rhyme that came into my head....
Death flashes before our eyes,. Someone telling horrifying lies,. A murder with a knife or gun,. Just because they think it's fun,. A place of fighting and a war,.
Oh child of mine asleep thou be and most times crying lustily, I shed a tear as o'er I watch tho not for fear of mine own such, As for I know what future brings for thee it waits within the...
Creeping at the edge of darkness, Lies a shadow, Covered in blackness, Always in sorrow. Never happy, Always mad, Never in joy, Always sad.
If I die tonight, What would you do. Would you remember what I told you. If I die tonight, Would you come say your goodbyes. Or would you just roll your eyes.
Where darkness thrives and beauty dies,. Bring the bodies to say your last goodbyes,. A sadness, deep, perfection lost,. Many precious lives have not been without cost,.
Can catch it from the shadows,. Can catch it from the air,. Can catch it from a silver strand of some old lady's hair,. Can catch it just from breathing,. Can catch it with one breath,.
Deaths hand is not to he feared, it is to be greeted thankfully when your time comes. See, my time came and I took his hand with pleasure. Knowing I would leave behind a family, sadly.
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.
Small but already steadfast, Sword and shield in your grasp, Helmet and breastplate of brass, A hero, we foresee down your path.
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.
Inspired by @MelchiorJ13. On my right. Death stands. On my left. Every fear I've ever known. I've already died. Faced that fear. I grab Death's hand. And shake it, so bony and fragile. He gives a nod.
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...
@acorns. @augustwriteaday. My name is Death. I'll come for you. When you least. Expect me to. In your car. On the train. Bright sunlight. Or driving rain. In the day. Or in the night.
Round and round in circles No one can ever know Spend a lifetime searching Who will be there when we go.
I've lived life to its fullest, I'm not afraid to die, And when my time approaches, I know I will not cry.
Can you hear it?.... Can you hear that sound.
#nightdwellers All my life I've been plagued by this sadness. A constantly ebbing feeling of a lacking or inferiority.
were there ever a time where there was not a moment more. it may be that the light at the end of that tunnel. is the beginning of another life for you once more. let the raven say what it will.