Death is inevitable.
It's like a cloud of rain.
It makes your life turn black,
But it takes the sudden pain.
Sometimes it's needed,
To relieve the dreaded dull,
It's hard to fight the tears,
And pound your lonely skull.
But life deals the cards,
And sets you out straight,
All I can do is sit right here,
And play the game to wait.
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Eighteen. Macabre & Romance
it's all a matter of smiling. of laughing. of trying. of soaring. of flying. of dying. laying to bed. laying at rest. when you can die knowing. you conquered life. doing your best.
It may not have happened yet, But it won't be long until you fret. You will die, a deathly phrase, Used in one of Shakespeare's plays.
Isn't it sad. We all vanish… We all die… It's sad. We decease a Grim's banish… Lost souls in the sky. What about the living. We lose our friends… We lose family… Grim's gift giving… It never ends.
Life is a strange thing. You're only here for a while and then you're gone again. All your questions ignored and unanswered. The point of existence, still a mystery.
I was talking to death and he told me how everyone came to him for all the wrong reasons. They went for an escape from all the pain and suffering they called their life.
We spend most of our lives wasting time. Putting off homework by going to get a drink. Putting off calling your family by texting your friends. Putting off writing by staring at a blank page.
Do I have a life, have a soul, Or am I nothing more than flesh on bone. I live, I think, I breath, I know, But in years to come I'll be food for crows. Is life worth a life of living.
This wound would be the deepest. This wound would be the worst. This wound would test his mortality. This wound would leave him cursed.
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