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The Destruction Of Life Itself

Poetry By: Ashley I Read
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A poem to take me back to dark writing :)


Submitted:Mar 18, 2013    Reads: 13    Comments: 4    Likes: 1   


When will be the time to talk?

Any longer, I'll have to walk.

The silence adds to my despair,

No feelings left for me to spare.

Thrust into darkness, no sign of light,

No energy left for me to fight.

The demons inside are breaking free,

There is no survival for me.

I run and run till my lungs collapse,

My brain and my heart start to lapse.

No more life to help me through,

Okay Death, I'm here for you.





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