Death's ThoughtsA Poem by Britaini GrossOnce upon a time I was human,I had feelings, hopes and dreams.
Now that I know who I really am, I enjoy their pleading screams. For I am Death, the taker of souls, I come for everyone, young and old, and in the end they all pay their tolls. I come for riches, but not for gold. You don't know me but I know you. I'm always with you, patiently waiting. I study your movements until I see my cue, You're very existence is elating... It's too bad I have to take you too. © 2015 Britaini GrossAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorBritaini GrossPiedmont, SCAboutI've always loved literature, even when I was too little to read my grandfather enlightened me with poems from around the world. Sylvia Plath is my favorite writer and my idol. I've never published an.. more..Writing
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