Pain,
It courses through,
Rain,
It paints all blue.
Hate
Calls out for blood,
Fate
Puts you in the mud.
Seemed so perfect, everything,
On my throne I sat, like a king,
But in truth, it was built of dust,
And it crumbles down, it must.
Care
Is just a lie,
Stare
As they all die,
See
Not everything is good.
Me
I wouldn't save even if I could.
CITEȘTI
Poetry of Death
Poezie"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...
