Pulling the trigger?

Striked down by the shap knife?

Blown apart from the holy explosions?

Hung by the hands of justice?

Or will it happen....

with a heart attack?

 

It seems that these thoughts follows me everyday.

And whenever they follow, so does Death.

Every step.

Every breath.

Every second.

He smiles...

 

One minute I can be fully alive.

And the next, I can be as dead as ashes.

Is there a way to prevent my passing...

or will my body give in?

 

However it is too late.

I choose death.

There's no point.

Theses thoughts...

are destroying me.

From the inside.

 

I look in Death's hollow eyes.

I lower my head.

I close my eyes.

And within a second...

My body feels cold.

And my existance in life....is lost.

 

Forever.

 

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Decided to do a poem, to help increase my influence to write my stories again. I usually suck at poems, but poems were on my mind, so here's my second shot at it.

Let yourself emerse within the plentiful fields of poetry Deathskull, free your heart, allow it to flow ever-longated, ever knowing about your body and soul.

 

Look at it now,

A twinkle in my eye,

This obstacle,

The size of a fly,

 

Look at me,

You can see,

My heart is filled,

With poetry.

 

Find your muse my friend, she will lead you back to The Lost Star.