My soul is set adrift,
In between the border of Life and Death.
I see things which no man has ever laid eyes on.
I touch things which feels cool and warm simultaneously.
It's beautiful here,
So beautiful.
I wish to stay here forever.
I converse with both Life and Death.
They tell me secrets,
Mostly they tell me how much they love each other.
And how much it hurts to be apart,
And to be unable to cross the border.
I'm their messenger,
I deliver the gifts given by Life to Death.
I enjoy it,
Seeing the rare smile on Death's face.
Seeing the love in Life's eyes,
As I tell Life how much Death loved the gifts.
I will stay as their messenger,
For it is the only way,
For them to be close.
It is the only way,
I will achieve my happiness.
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Epigrams
PoetryIt appears you've found my book and before you decide to read it's contents, know that... These poems are everything that is me. (Also the cover was made by my buddy FierroThorne!)
