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Death Or Life?No one spoke,
As I swalled my last breath,
Said 'Hello' to my friend, Death.
Miss the sweet sounds of birds,
Waking up to that glorious sun,
But now. that was once one.
I did Not live my life,
Craved 'Love' with a knife,
In a Pool of Red blood,
I drown in Satan's eyes.
Haunting me, Like past lies .
Gripping onto life , as Death reals me in.
Like a fish on a line.
I look back on my life and say
'Damn life was fine'
As I close my eyes and say 'Goodbye'
Death called out 'You're Mine'.
What Is Love? Love can cure anything,
Even your deepest and darkest scars
If things don't work out,
It can tear you apart.
Love can set you free,
But sometimes there are things you don't agree.
Love is strong,
But sometimes feels wrong.
Love is between two,
and no more.
You were so alone before,
No one understood you
No one ever spoke
Till they came by,
Wiped the tears from your eyes,
Kisses your untouched lips,
Cleanised all of you bits.
Make you feel, all brand new.
Only Love can be true.
Which is my love for you
You're Looking For A Death WishYou put me in fits,
With a crime to commit ,
I knew who you were,
Before the pot you stir,
You make my blood boil ,
Can't wait to bury your body in the soil,
I'll be the one who'll set your body alight,
Watch your body burn & decay ,
Watch the colours in your eyes turn to grey,
Tip some Cyanide in your cups of tea,
You're a nobody and you're nothing to me,
You're pretentious & a know it all,
You think you're so big & tall,
Wait until I crush you.
You had many times to stop, But still you pursue ,
I'll leave your residue ,
On your greasy shoes...
Poetic PsychosisIn thirty seconds, the next shell would fall. Every night was the same, but every night Lorenzo experienced it as if it were the first time. His throat felt swollen; breathing was hard. He glanced around at the others; young men like him who had been shipped out in the name of honour and freedom. There was no honour in this, no freedom. Only death behind your eyelids, and a fear so gutting, that it carved out your innards and left you a hollow husk. Lorenzo tried to breathe, tried to assure himself that he was still whole, still made of flesh. They had lied when they told him he was ready.
Matteo ran towards him, arms out, rifle swinging uselessly at his side. He shouted for him to run, but Lorenzo remained motionless, unable to move as his friend’s warning was lost in the constant blare of gunfire. None of them were ready.
“The cycle is repeating. It is not safe.” The voice was soft and weak, yet it carried over the gunfire and battle cries without impediment.
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