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Hidden Toughts Of Death
Sitting here, holding her still beating heart in my hand, protecting her life as it fades. Keeping the heart alive to keep her alive. Fighting the reaper to save a soul, winning and killing death. My life ends as death dies. Pulling the power, unwanted, into my soul. My life changes forever as the scythe rises from the ground, twists and give a symbolic bow. As I each to touch the tip, I feel the powers begin to slip. Deeper to the dark unknown, I go to find my new home in the worlds below. The traditional clock is gone, I don't need to hide to do my job. I won the fight to keep her alive, but now I pay the price. In killing death and taking the scythe, I pay on a heavy price. I take his place of being a guide, for I learned that is all death is, because though he knows what is on the other side even death itself is affraid to die.
This is an intersting concept, I like it. I do not fear death however. Death isn't bad or good, it just is
OK, first off I just want to say props on this poem. Your writing style isn't traditional and it shows your true emotions. That is the most important thing in any poem. Your thoughts come out through your pen. The ink becomes your tears. The paper becomes your skin. You literally become one with your works. Ok I am rambling now so I am gonna close this up. Luv ya bro. I love this poem.
i love this alot....but yes i can admit it...i am afraid of death, though i know imgoing to die anyway
baby i wish you knew why you wrote this one cuz i wanna know! i like it though! i love you baby!