Death

Death stares at me in silence.

I walk to him,

But no matter how much I walk...

He gets further and further away.

Even Death can't stay...

I wonder everyday,

What it's like to feel safe..

To not feel alone.

If Death held me in his arms...

Would I finally be happy?

Or should I stop walking...

And get help?

Author Notes: What is your favorite colour? Mine's blue :)

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