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by Nat
Rated: 18+ · Poetry · Death · #1010020
It's a poetic justice for a condemned soul.
I live to die
No longer I cry
I sense him near
Yet I do not fear

Mourning is too lame
Compassion just isn't the same
In a continent of lust
My heart starts to rust

The end is drawing near
It is he, the reaper
Scathe in his hand
It is I he bans

Through the thickening mist
I hit the wall with an angered fist
FUCK YOU! I scream
Yet I love you in my dream

Tainted thoughts of death
Again and again I smoke this crystal meth
Letting the drug entice my body
They say they found me in the lobby

How ironic is this shit
I should've thrown a fit
Yet, here it is I wait
For that cocky bastard to determine my fate

Then my eyes open wide
And I see the open blue sky
It is in these fallen walls
That I began to fall

To the earth with a thud
I cried out, What the Fuck?
Looking around what did I see
A shadow decending upon me

But I live to die
And never again cry
The end is so near
And yet, I do not fear

My eyes open wide
But this times it is not the sky
Instead I gaze in her eyes
I love it, when she tells me lies
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