'death' 'death personified'
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The city was empty and so was my mind
The sky was gray and no clouds in sight
Judging by the drink in my hand, the clouds were in my mind.
I listened to the sounds of traffic
Weep not at my grave when I am dead,
Sing me not the dirge of cold nights,
Sing instead the rhymes of the Willows,
Chant all day the lullabies of the pixies
How does Death feel? Does he like taking us away?
Does he enjoy leaving our loved ones shaken and breaking?
You are on an everlasting ride
towards the final destination
A new life approaches
as you reach the station
As I stand here in shock motionless ... My mind starts wondering why her , all that knew Bonnie , knew she was an awesome friend and even better mother ... Bonnie was my "Homie Type Brother" ...
Lost in thought,maybe in too deep.It's a hole fallen intohard to get out of.
I have met Death
One could say Death is my friend
The first time I met Death, I was 5
My friends had all left me, leaving me alone on the playground
