I was staying here alone
But im no longer on my own,
Ive finally found a friend,
One i kept until the end.
He began to sing a song,
It hadnt been very long
Yet the vines began to creep
And drag me into sleep.
I asked him why he came
And asked what was his name,
Then the world went black
And was never brought back.
He said his name was death,
As i took my final breath.
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Poems
PoetryThis is just a collection of random poems that i write, i dont claim to be an amazing poet and these wont follow a specific theme but here ya go, Enjoy.
