Why does death follow me?
Never letting me out of its sight,
Keeping me close, holding me tight
I can't struggle, I can't escape,
Forever in an embrace, of a Skeletons hold,
Listening to deaths every word,
As if its that of a beautiful song,
Death lifts his Scyth, to my throat,
Tells me to 'stop, ' he says 'lets have some fun, '
Death like life is a game, so simple?
win to lose...and lose to win.......
So true, Crimson. Death does follow us around everywhere and it is only a matter of time before it arrives.
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Great thought my friend, , , so true.. (Death like life is simple)