Death Is Near - Poem by Derek Germain
Death is near.
I can hear him creeping around,
Death is near, soon I will be buried under the frozen Ground.
Death is keeps trying,
to kill me and will not rest until I am dying.
Death is near,
But I have no Fear.
I want to die,
and I want to be under that Frozen Ground.
For Love is no longer Found.
So come to me Death, and let me Die
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