Death

by Johnnys Medicine   Oct 8, 2007


I shall rest my head for the last time-
I shall not worry anymore-
I feel my cold, pale lips-
Don't let your tears pour.
For you shall see me when it's your time-
I grow cold on my warm bed-
Please have no tears for me-
For I am now dead.
No one chooses when to die-
It just comes swiftly like nightfall-
Even if you kill yourself-
It's still your time, after all.

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