
A poem about how Death feels, because no one ever thinks of death's feelings. Review!
Rated: Fiction K - English - Angst - Words: 166 - Reviews: 4 - Favs: 1 - Published: 05-14-07 - Status: Complete - id: 2361734
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I am the killer
I am the end
My existence has no beginning
It has no end
I will walk the earth
Until nothing else walks
I will still be here
When everyone has rot
I am not prejudice
I take all
Old and young
Rich and poor
I do not care who they are
People fear me
They try to hide
But in the end
They don't survive
So remember me when in the grave
When standing at heaven's gate
Remember me when in heaven
And pity me when your there
Because of all the power that I have
I really couldn't care
Because the place I wish to be
Is the place I never can
For Death cannot claim you
When you are Death himself
This is a poem I wrote because you never think of how Death feels. I mean come people he has feelings too. So anyway please REVIEW! ) TTFN LATDCOMM(located at the darkest corner of my mind)
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