Weaving wings onto my back,
I slowly pull the thread out and in,
I cut the thread and tie a knot,
Stepping outside the window ledge,
I lift my leg and lean forward.
And down, I fall.
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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...
Fly or Fall? By T.L.
Weaving wings onto my back,
I slowly pull the thread out and in,
I cut the thread and tie a knot,
Stepping outside the window ledge,
I lift my leg and lean forward.
And down, I fall.
