Death Is Peaceful - Poem by Miranda Judd
Death is peaceful it's like eating at a dinner table in a white room by yourself……silent.
Oh so silent like a silent night all dressed in black with invisible paint
But i see you and death to i see my death, your death
I see death on everyone but god
I don’t know why but the devil took me but I don’t feel safe at all I honestly feel exposed
To open fields of death and I hate it for once I would like to see life but no
This is how it has to be. Me, this knife, and you
Now you walk towards me and try to reason with me but the closer you get the faster your death comes
You took one step to close and I stabbed you to death I told you I see death just not what you thought huh well no one expected it like that so now my death I die trying to get my soul back I killed myself and I hurt some people in the process a lot of people well never try and sell your soul to the devil you’ll learn
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