A/N: This is a poem I wrote. I think it's okay. It's just continuous writing for about a minute or two... Okay... Well... I hope you like it?
- Evi
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I lack the spark everyone has,
The spark of life,
Ignited.
I dream of dreams,
Wishing,
Wanting,
But it’s not for the taking.
I’m the scream of the screamers,
Dead in the night,
When the real creatures come out to play.
I have the dark glint in my eye,
Instead of the smile.
I lack the spark,
Because I am the spark.
But I am not the spark of life.
I am the spark of death.
I come,
Haunting you in the night.
I will come,
Touching you softly,
Caressing you,
Before your time is up.
And I will take you away,
To the land of dreams,
That everyone dreams of.
The land of dreams,
That I dream of.
I am the spark of death,
The one ignited when you become old and weary.
I am ignited,
When Death knocks your limbs,
And I slowly come to life.
Then you will see the light,
And the hard truth,
That is Death.
You will leave the beautiful lie,
That is Life.
You will be judged.
I am the spark of death,
The one who haunts you in the night.
Lurking,
You know I’m there,
But you don’t know when I will come,
When I shall ignite.
In the sweet end,
I am still the spark of death.
I am the scream of the screamers.
The nightmare of your dreams.
I am,
In a sense,
Nothing.
Nothing at all.
