Death.
It’s a mystery word.
Death.
It’s the poison to my wine.
Death.
It’s the reason why I cry.
Death.
It’s a game that you can’t win,
Nor can I.
Death
It’s a song that can’t be sung.
Death.
It’s the beginning,
Of an end.
Death.
It’s a last breath.
Death.
The word that destroys light.
Death.
It strikes fear into men’s hearts.
Death.
It causes brittle bones to break.
Death.
It’s a word that can’t be read.
Define death,
You ask?
No words,
Can define,
Death.

Impressum

Texte: Sorry folks, I bet you to writing this story. Please do not copy. Thanks a bunch.
Tag der Veröffentlichung: 28.10.2010

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Widmung:
To the grim reaper for giving me the thought to write this poem.