Thursday, January 07, 2016

F Death

Death's a real asshole,
Who does he think he is?
He never comes exactly when you'd think,
Vexatious quirkiness,

You e'er feel you should have done different,
But only have one chance,
Before he snatches away those you love,
With only their memories to enhance,

Like the times you could have told them something,
To make their life better,
You scream them now, hoping that they will hear,
But it will ne'er get there,
Or, you don't know,
Just like you can't see Death,
Just think 'bout all the time thinking of the passed,
That could be used on those who have not died, yet.

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