why must we go on each day
in rotting death decay,
we all fall down
and fall again,
why bother standing up again.
life is poison,
it pulses through our veins...
numbs our empty pain,
it is the poison that we crave
as we waste away each day,
it kills us softly
kills us nice
and if she could, death would smile
it is you she is waiting for,
you, her long lost love
her lips sweet and cold
and she waits..she will always wait
with each breath that we take..
we will die...we all shall die
we are only rotting, slowly, from the inside out
and this is the reason
we all want the poison
to warm out hearts, keep us safe as it kills us..
the poison that we crave,
that makes us die, her lips sweet as blood
the lady death, she sits and smiles
blows you kisses...calls your name
for someday you will be hers..and this is all she knows
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Submission Name: death awaits
