The Death of Me
the death of me is but a whistle in the air
the whistle near but far
it is unpredictable
life as we know
does not really show
for the death of me is near
I hate it
I love it
im all above it
hating life is untrue
for you would not read this
you have a life don't lose it
you have a body don't bruise it
you have a family don't hurt it
Copyright © Dylan Kennedy | Year Posted 2014
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