Poems About Death
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The room is quiet, save for the ticking
The ticking of a clock that won’t wait... -
every night I wield the knife.
every night it takes a life... -
I poured my soul into everything,
and still came up dry... -
Sing a song of finality
Of great endings... -
Typical Saturday morning
I walked out the front door... -
The hardness of a fist is nothing compared to the...
But I got used to it, flashing my mind into the... -
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the already
cramped space... -
Another whirlwind around the Sun,
What is the best you have done... -
A place of peace, something of serenity,
Blessed with thoughts of eternity... -
There's so much more I wanted for us
Never thought our adventure would end... -
The days have turned into years
Yet your still very much here... -
Hey,
I know I told you I was going to visit again...