//mentions of death
Lest we forget our purpose on this crippled planet
In these never ending visions of hope
Visages of dreams
Is it life that we crave?
No
Graves just have a reputation to uphold
Many don't care for life
Yet fear death more than anything else
Over and over
We scream and struggle against the Reaper
Nevertheless, drawing nearer to our inevitable fate
Living a life of death, scared of our own reflections
Investing our time into nothing worth living for
Fear an eternal noose around our neck
Evermore a soul to the wrong purpose on this crippled planet
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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...
