Apr 06, 2017 | Rating : | Written by Kathryn Parker
Death Read Count : 116

Category : Poems

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He sits there with his cold hand, 
On your warm heart. 
This is his plan
To take you apart.

He gives you a kiss, gentle and sweet,
Try as you will, 
You will always meet. 

Run as fast as your feet can, 
But he will catch you. 
Death is the last man.

Comments

  • Christian Diaz

    Christian Diaz

    awsome

    Apr 08, 2017

  • Blackish ????

    Blackish ????

    really nice

    Apr 10, 2017

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