To Death Poem by *Brad Combs* (The Igloo Pirate too) *^*Sitting at that Table for One*^*

To Death



Too physicaly young
Too mentaly old

No one to hold
No one to care

Only hope of death
Only dreams of dispair

Where their were dreams
Their is only false hope

Where their once was life
There is Death

Where their once was a soul,
Their is nothing now

With only thoughts of death
I will leave you now

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