Black hearts and burned souls,
Never ending lies.
Murdering, killing, slaughtering others,
Everybody dies.
Sickening thoughts of
sickening people.
Makes we wanna cry.
No one lives forever,
one day we will die.
Sleep is full of nightmares.
Nightmares full of death.
Death is where it ends,
but the end is where it begins.
great job..i love the truth and darkness in it 110% No Reason To Care
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I loved the poem, people seem to forget about the trials and tribulations of life, poets such as your self help them remember. 'Death is where it ends, but the end is where it begins.' I especially loved this section, it reminds people that death is not necessarily the end, but a new beginning