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death

September 23, 2011
By Anonymous

Death
Death is when your eyes close,
Like the whisper of your last breath,
A breath of nothing but death,
Lying there motionless in the grave yard of death,
Such a tragic pain of torture,
The way you are buried there underneath all that hard cold dirt,
No oxygen circulating in the lungs,
Too much agony to handle,
Going into a world of doom,
A living soul into a spirit,
A spirit that haunts,
So painful in every way dreamed by the human mind’s dream,
Pain like no other kind of pain,
Suffering to where you can’t suffer any more.



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Cory123 SILVER said...
on Sep. 29 2011 at 8:08 pm
Cory123 SILVER, Milwaukee, Wisconsin
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thank you :)

 


dust said...
on Sep. 29 2011 at 8:04 pm
nice good work