Death

a poem that poped into my head when I was eating

death

down I

lay to go

to sleep

I rest

my head

while the

reaper

reaps

 

a coldness

creeps down

my spine

I see the

light let it

shine

 

pleasure,

pain, love,

and hate

let me meet

my happy

fate.

 

death,

dispair I

don't care

I wanna

die all

I've been

told was

 a lie

 

good and

bad the

lines blurred

wanna get

so drunk

all my words

are slurred

 

-Abby Lent