"Welcome to the dead." said a cold land creature,
also known as the great grim reaper.
And with a grin to the new estranged creature,
He snapped his fingers,
With a twirl.
Walked from the land of the living,
Reflecting off the great ol' memories.
Stood alone right then after.
Tears that explore the great depths beyond.
And with a stretch they're nowhere near town,
But in a great big sense of a dense land called, The Dead.
Half of them are broken, the others are unspoken.
But do not worry for it is here to lead the deceased,
to a land filled with the dead, the damned, and the relaxed.
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Poetry"The universe kissed the stars, who birthed a galaxy of new beginnings." The only way to express beautiful and cynical thoughts is through the delightful invention of simple, and yet complex, poetry. My poems never end, have no defined theme and st...
