Death DescriptionA Poem by Desiree
If dying is like sleeping, then breathing is like drowning
Because death, It's not always peaceful, calm and relaxing. Sometimes it's a long, dark decent While others walk the Earth Haunted by there own death. It can be a soft murmur, A lull of a voice. Someone calling you to peace But normally it's a painful, horrific mess Maybe a bullet, It may have been a slick piece of steal to their wrist. Death is nothing like sleeping.
© 2016 DesireeAuthor's Note
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Added on May 15, 2016 Last Updated on May 15, 2016 Author
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