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As you are, beings darkest nightmare.
Like they haven’t born; they perceive light,
as it to blaze eternally. Though they know
indeed, that darkness is here to compel
the lights. Still they be averse to face you,
with tranquil eyes; All you see is tears of fear.

Is it cos’ we the sinners? Then those with a god upon,
do they spark before?
No they don’t, for at least the humans.
Oh, you noticed, this calling you friend. So..
Am I one of those, whom you be feeble to encounter?

Let me guess;

A friend, once, told me, reticently;
Death is a sleep, in a white, cushioned bed,
With lights obscuring, and..
Instead of dreaming, we rest, deeply, quietly!
You know, I’d like to believe it, fiercely.
So my existence, when time comes,
Shall join the boulevard, with one thing I lack,

Dignity.


Oh, give me silence, give me hope,
Because, you know; inside, this boy
Is as pathetic as the rest you take.

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Death!
Date: Sunday, 2nd August 2009 @ 05:30:09 PM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: mysticmercury
Death, are you the ember my friend?
As you are, beings darkest nightmare.
Like they haven’t born; they perceive light,
as it to blaze eternally. Though they know
indeed, that darkness is here to compel
the lights. Still they be averse to face you,
with tranquil eyes; All you see is tears of fear.

Is it cos’ we the sinners? Then those with a god upon,
do they spark before?
No they don’t, for at least the humans.
Oh, you noticed, this calling you friend. So..
Am I one of those, whom you be feeble to encounter?

Let me guess;

A friend, once, told me, reticently;
Death is a sleep, in a white, cushioned bed,
With lights obscuring, and..
Instead of dreaming, we rest, deeply, quietly!
You know, I’d like to believe it, fiercely.
So my existence, when time comes,
Shall join the boulevard, with one thing I lack,

Dignity.


Oh, give me silence, give me hope,
Because, you know; inside, this boy
Is as pathetic as the rest you take.



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