Death Is Crafty

November 4, 2009
By Writer_4_lyfe BRONZE, Lansing, Michigan
Writer_4_lyfe BRONZE, Lansing, Michigan
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Live, Love, Do stupid Stuff XD

Walking through this cold dark world i see you in the fog. Walking to you i see your face, a mask of only white. I cry and scream to hear your voice yet a blank look is what i get. You stare and smile and look right through me as if i don't exist. "Grandma" i say, "Talk to me say something" you look right through the empty fog, my heart grows still i gasp for air. A trick that you have played on me. Your not my Grandma your Death himself. Such and evil being. I cry and sob give back my life. You take my hand and point me back my time has not yet come. I run for freedom i run from you. I run to the life i once knew.

The author's comments:
i lost my grandma a while ago and i've never gotten over it. This is my way of getting over it.

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