//tw: death
In the end
We'll all die
You won't be remembered
And nobody will miss you
So live while you can
For nobody but yourself
Strive for joy and pleasure
Because when the end comes
And your body wastes away
To nothingness
Your soul naught but a damned thing
Recalling only the past
You'll revel in the things
You wish you had done
With what little time
You had in this mortal and finite realm
Things above you too far to touch
And things below you too great to see
Your conscious will wander
Between planes and places
Searching for something
To create contentment
And relieve this never ending misery
A nightmare created
By the things you never did
And will eternally regret
In your aforementioned life
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Poetry For The Masses
PoetryA collection of poetry and poetic stories written by myself about varying topics, from simple pleasures to fantasy worlds to real problems. Organized in the order of which they're written, these stories make up thoughts and ideas that pass through m...