A/N: This is one of my very, um, strange (?) poems. I had no idea what I was doing while writing it.


Death:

I will never be able to walk again

Never be able to speak

Never be able to see

Never be able to breathe

The only thing I will happily do

Is pass into eternal sleep

Death


A/N: So... how was it? Pickingupthepieces, no you will NOT review saying it's awesome on account of death. It's getting boring, you know?