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Submitted: April 26, 2017

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Submitted: April 26, 2017



Death...I know you're always with us,
Wandering discretely in the background.
Watching...waiting...biding your time,
Ignored, for you make no sound.

You have no hidden agenda,
Your work is known by everyone.
Despised and hated by many,
But a blessing and saviour for some.

You know I look for you in the shadows,
I am intrigued as to what I will see.
Is the face of Death torture?
Or is it the face that sets you free?

For in Death there is no more pain,
No more heartache, no more sorrow.
No more dark clouds to darken your day,
No more praying for a better tomorrow.

So yes, Death, when you call on me,
Into your arms I will run.
I will gladly lay my head on your chest,
For in this world... I am done.


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