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A Poem about death and a friend taking a chance at a new life to stay alive.

Submitted:Aug 7, 2012    Reads: 21    Comments: 6    Likes: 2   

Your eyes seem so empty, blank and lost, Yet I still lift you from the ground, and carry You to a sustainable shelter, I cry seeing you try to cover your face, hiding the dyeing look in your eyes, begging for forgiveness And asking to be let free by the Lord itself Yet you're not alone, but that's what you wish to be, "why be alone, I won't let you dye without me ! " Oh please, please, why can't you see I don't want you dyeing by yourself, alone by the sea? I'd hate to be alone, knowing leaving, the last thing that I see you want, is everyone grieving , I know I'll accept the pain, but this is the game with the devil, I don't want to gain, As his body laid helpless alone and dead, it was lifeless and a life that I'll always cry for and dread, as the devil jumped out of his body, he grabbed me and through my body, I looked up I lost my breathe I had nowhere to run, and had no one left, I cried in pain, and I begged to quit this game, I signed with the devil and regained my life, but only playing soul taker in the next life


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