Dark FearA Poem by Crimson_WoadBeing proud of something is nothing to be proud of Not what you carry, what trophies you win or who you love For you have less of a blimp in this universe and this time Your life can go quicker than a toss of the dime Surviving doesn't make you better than the dead One day you'll end up the same way, in the same bed Drugs, guns, pools of blood, it doesn't matter how Time is ticking slowly or fast, you're going to end up foul Down your world is draining before your stable feet There might be souls, there might be nothing there to meet Once you are gone, you are gone forever, there is no going back It's not like a video game, or if you had just got the sack All the health products on the TV just postpones the end You can be as fit as fiddle, yet death could be around the bend So don't cry when things happen out of your control Don't worry about religion or the concept of soul Because you don't want to follow just what you hear The people crying are just clouding their own dark fear © 2014 Crimson_Woad |
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Added on October 26, 2014 Last Updated on October 26, 2014 Author
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