Death-the Friend

January 13, 2015

Death was like a day dream,

with sweet promises,

and a happy ending.

Death was not having pain,

it was bliss.

Death will always great you,

like an old friend,

always offeing a smile.

People don't undertand Death,

or the desperation needed,

to take its hand rather than yours..

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