• Its a feeling, not of rage, not of peace, not of love, just very deep
    its name is death
    death can be of age, and never bottled nor caged
    death is a foe that can never be battled
    We all wait for it, it is the emenent outcome
    We just wait for her in diffrent ways
    Some live in hate and anger, knowing that its too late
    Others live in stress and helplessnes, their minds always in stress
    Sometimes there is one who welcomes death, her cold touch is to much and those who welcome her are freed
    Our worlds collide
    at times we can feel her creeping behind just waiting her breath on your shoulder
    But we stay brave getting bolder and bolder
    We fight death with pills and medicines and yet there is no cure for her
    We cannot stay away for we need her
    So heed this not a warning just a simple request
    Live your life a life of free
    Set your soul free for that in the end is what it is meant to finally be one with me
    (death ooooooo creepy) lol yeah o and if u read my poets please leave a comment so then i can see wat crap that u right so i can rape it (dont u mean rate) no i mean rape stfu or ull go back in the closet (ok.... arent i a part of u) u no what this sounds beyone weird i swear to god dont you think i mean really whats the point to my rambling if u dont faking comment COMMENT OR ILL FIND U AND EAT UR BABY OR SCRAMBLE YOUR EGgs WITH MY RUSTY SPATULA I WILL FIND yOU!!!!