Death
Death is the defeat,
It takes people close to you,
For no reason at all.
No one knows when it is coming,
Nor when it will end.
It makes you want to die yourself,
Knowing the fact that they will never come back.
Sometimes it does take people,
Due to grieve for others.
Maybe this will be defeated,
By it’s enemy, LIFE.
Sadness would not have to occur again,
If only death would die.
Shine while there is a chance,
Because DEATH is always seeping,
At your back,
Hoping that you will be its next victim,
Due to the fact,
That it wants every person it sees!
Copyright © Whitney Fraser | Year Posted 2007
|