Death
poem by:
Coreatha Mccoy
Written
on May 29, 2016
Has no name Not even a game but many faces Happens in many places Has not a care something we all shall bare Taken by a final breath The cry of death Tears That death is near Alone in a zone No on here Death many fear The cry's of death Scared that hell is real There soul it steals Oh the pain many fill Praying there last stop not here And heavens near The cry's of hell Smell of death Please This place many fear The cry's of death Our final breath End in eternal rest Death
Tags: sad,
