Eye Man


D.E.A.T.H


The death is calling for you dear,
Your heart trembles in fear,

The soul starts to cries and shiver,
Bit by bit the body gain suffer,

Tumble around for death is a pain,
Struggling to live your effort is in vain,

Your body is a rotting meat you want to live?
Fools can cure death and you fools believe,

Acting foolish to avoid the death,
Planning to live till the aftermath,

To fools the plan is a flawless sound,
But death shall eat you like a flawless hound,

Just endure and not to cry,
All you can do is say goodbye.

Submitted: Tuesday, November 29, 2011
Edited: Tuesday, November 29, 2011
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  • Dave Walker (11/29/2011 1:08:00 PM)

    Love this, a really great poem, a really great write.
    May i invite you to read my new poem called,
    Rise Of The Crow. (Report) Reply

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