Wearily

by Ezra   Oct 31, 2008


Wondering through the empty streets of the city's of this world. No one in sight, not a sound, not a trays. Wondering wearily down the roads, I'm so lost, is that all I know?

I walk in to a world of death, yet it dose not clam my life as well. but then why dose this deathly air nub my mind and calm my heart?

I walk down an empty street, with death by my side. why is it that he dose not take my life?
I am ungraded and unprotected agates him and yet he chooses to keep me living. Why is that he dose not take my life?

I am a wondering soul, a soul who should not be here in this world. I look at death, he looks at me, we continue to walk, why is that so?

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