Sometimes I wish I was bleeding,
so they would all come running,
but around falls the rain,
tells me, I'm too scared of the pain.
Rain falls around me,
like tears and blood forming a sea,
I stand in the dying city,
knowing there's no one here to save me.
Skies are turning blue
as the sun breaks through,
they said every new dawn brings a new start,
but they were wrong, can't feel changes in my heart.
It's just another one of many days,
where they'll all leave me, as always.
It all seems so hopeless,
where's the promised happiness?
What's so good about this life?
I know I don't face that much strife,
but what I'm asking is what's so good?
Guess I should've done all I could
to stop this from happening,
did I really think I was some king?
Why do I even try
when in the end, we'll all die?
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Poetry of Death
Poetry"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...
