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A Poem by white shadows

When death is near all is quiet.
A cold chill goes through your body and you loose all thought and feeling.
Death is near.

When death is near you can here the silence.
The nothingness becomes you and nothing else matters
Death is near.

When death is near you remember the good times. 
The days long gone that will never come back.
Death is near

When death is near your fell the warmth of your own blood trickling down your throat.
You know you dont have time to say....

Death is here.

© 2013 white shadows


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your really talented

Posted 11 Years Ago


white shadows

11 Years Ago

There is no talent here. I write when I don't have any other release and I end up with things like t.. read more
shelby

11 Years Ago

haha well you must be a natural then
white shadows

11 Years Ago

Haha thanks.

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white shadows
white shadows

Bishop's Falls, Canada



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I am a 23 year old guy from Newfoundland Canada. I have my degree and I am currently working on a masters degree. I am a supervisor at a coffee shop and I strangely enough (for me) I tend to write poe.. more..

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