Just a little broken?
Just a little pain?
Just a little hopeless?
Just a little strain?
Slowly, slowly breaking,
Numbing, ceaseless pain,
Growing overly hopeless,
Is this too much strain?
I have finished breaking,
I don’t feel no pain,
I know I am hopeless,
I hope this stays a strain.
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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...
