No title: by nicky (warning: its depressing) They say that death, is an endless void, It matters not, if life was enjoyed, Nothing can fallow, not even memories, Nobody has returned, throughout the centuries, They say that death, travels only one way, Just as ones birth, we cannot replay. It does not care, for any age or any kind, That once one goes down, one cannot rewind, Leaving behind all, love, hate or dream, Many see death, as an endless regime, Some believe that it is, the hardest of choice, Less one lacks reason, to smile or rejoice, It haunts the fearful, and fearless alike, It feels no pain, not a wave or a spike. It comes and it goes, and sometimes on cue, They say that death, lives close out of view, Until its moment, its moment to shine, Does it become a wonder, they say, like a shrine, Some think that it ends, in a tunnel of light, Where one meets those, who lived without might. Or maybe a sleep, without dreams or thoughts, No sunrise or sunset, no more ticking clocks, but the living cannot see, death’s darkest confession, a fate just like death, is a life lived through depression……
Posted on: Tue, 07 Oct 2014 05:53:19 +0000
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