I fool them all
right till the end
they make merry
their faith it pends
they call me a bridge
they call me strife
they believe my lies
...they call me life
I feed on pain
and misery the same
they say Im something
no man can tame
Im thought to rid agony
to dirt, like soap
they call me necessary
..they call me hope
Some sell me like meat
Some leech off my promise
Some deny my plea
Some say Im something they miss
I am hopes twin
a sister, a wraith
I am the last string
they call me faith
and then theres me
the ugly friend
the ominous terror
bringer of the end
I do more
than take ones breath
they shy away, scared
...and call me death
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Random assortment of semi-suicidal poetry
PoetryFor all those who have ever felt alone, judged, pained or unworthy of love. All my work is original so I expect my readers to respect that and not reproduce it without my knowledge. x