Envirnment

by windoline   Apr 26, 2005


Death is come toward me every day
Leaning over my shoulder thinking of a way
Everywhere i go, everything i do
death shadows me
We never know when will it be
Our last day, breath, second of life
Funny thing is..., that we are immortal
Will it be painful or painless
How will death feel
What happens after death?
No one ever came back to tell us
such a scary memory

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