Magazine, website & books written by teens since 1989

Just Death

They’re in the light
All fades and nothings there
Dark Peers like a cockroach
And eases down my throat

Black and Red shed the wall
Knives raised
People Stand
Death Coming
STOP!

Hold There and Pause
Breath
In
Out
Time Slips
No More Breath…
Just Death





Post a Comment

Be the first to comment on this article!

bRealTime banner ad on the left side
Site Feedback