Oh, the thought of death
The memory of never seeing someone again
The image of their bodies in your head
Oh, that sick thought of death
How people crave it at the worst of times
How the world would one day be empty of you
Oh, how it fills the air
The rich smell of blood clouding around you
The way the smell follows its causer
Oh, the frequency
How often the world loses its carers
Each second someone goes
Oh, when it happens
When the world stops for that moment
The way it all seems to fade away
Oh, when it's just you
Standing still, waiting
Hoping for them to move
Oh, the dream
That they will wake
You'll see their smile for another day
Oh, the weakness
Clouding your judgement
Controlling your every thought
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Poems
PoetryYeppedy yep. Here's some of me poems that I write coz I'm a lonely mother fucker. Big words that u probs don't know the meaning of, look em up.
