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Poems Everything is so cold.
With a feeling this life is getting old.
Life could never give me true happiness.
No wonder I ended up such a mess.
As I stare into the dark.
And force my will to meet its mark.
The dead night air chills me to the bone.
Perhaps because I have nowhere to call home?
A barren landscape of my mind.
And thoughts of the world I will soon leave behind.
The reaper becons me from behind the wall.
Now I believe I will answer his call.
I will soon fall into a dreamless sleep.
You compassionless bastards will finally weep.
The warm blood freezes in my veins.
Now dawns my final act, which will destroy all pains.
Release my hand, so cold to the touch.
My soul no longer has a use for your crutch.
Watch me travel till the point of no return.
Stright into the great unknown, alone I will burn.
Wow, this is really well written.
Seperating the last line from the rest of the poem was a really good choice, it makes it more noticable and all the better.
Great job.
nikki
Nicole.J.Burgesss