Guilt is heavy,
But words are steady.
Pain is undying,
And mortals are crying.
Sunlight shines
Onto the broken signs,
Crooked, pointing into the sky
To reach that place, they all try,
But they stand too tall,
And so, they fall.
CZYTASZ
Poetry of Death
Poezja"You kept saying that you would never die, that you would live forever. But here you are, and here I am. Isn't it funny? I'm here to take your soul. Did I mention, I love my job? Oh right! I never told you. I'm the reaper who will reap your life." B...
