Life is a choice

by Jacob   Apr 5, 2007


Death riding on his horse,
showing no remorse,
while i sit and wait for time,
replaying my crime,
while i bleed,
for my deed,
is it done
should i run,
there is no more fun,
it is a desert land,
pulling me by the hand,
my breath whispers death,
I crumble beneath his feet,
now i wish we didn't have to meet...

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  • 17 years ago

    by Poetvoices

    It's nice. You know (already) that I like this one. I think it's my favorite of yours. Like they said, KUDOS! :D
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