Jessy Liz Poems
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The Art Of Death
Death by murder- death by chance
Death by secret night romance
Death by number- paint the lines
Death in color, or black and lie
Accidental- planned, prolonged
Death by always doing wrong
Death by self- a timeless art
Death by one last broken heart
Morning is rising, a cloud of fog, settling in.
I can’t see far- my own surroundings don’t make sense.
Thick and twisted is this mess of a woods-
I could try all day but it’d do no good.
This knowledge means nothing if it’s you that lies beyond.
I can’t rest knowing of our indifferent bond.
I keep moving forward, pushing through-
But not a silhouette is to be seen… Where are you?
I’m getting frightened, and running now.