For all the sad words,
The saddest of all is that it might of been,
The day of my birth,
My death begans to walk,
It is walking towards me,
With out a sign it will take me with its cold hands ,
But in every sadow is a light,
a smile in death I know there is life that lingers for a while,
When life goes on,
Which seems kind of strange,
And it's cruel that life is not that great.
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Scream:Poams
PoetryI look up you were there, then you vanished in thin air, and now im lost and cant find my way back, i sream your name but noone ansered, I try and try to find you but you can hear me sream in pain from the broken walls that are srenking by my sorrow...
