Life is an eternal intracit valley of wailing souls who have no intent to brace for when the wave of pain demolishes what lies beneath their own very feet. When they are looked upon externally, you see a human who has looked the devil face-to-face. Yet you ignore their tormented mind and walk away while you watch others taunt them like wild beasts. However, when looked upon internally, you see a broken soul that is crumbling apart at the seams. All you can do is watch from the sidelines that keep you safe from their demented aura. You watch as a once familiar face becomes unrecognizable beneath the hands of death itself. Now, let death show you it's true self and the human who is crumbling apart. Death is a bully and the tormented soul was your best friend who you lost last week. You, my friend, were the bystander. Don't you see? If you had only stood up for your friend you wouldn't be watching yourself crumble into dust, now would you?
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PoetrySome poems I think of on the spot! Read the latest ones! This book has been on here for almost 5 years so writing styles have changed for the better.
