there is a thin line above this life
a line so thin like the slice of a knife
call it the home deep down in a hole
dark and scary but there we go
no one knows which time it shows yet you can't resist to follow that ghost
out of the grave that he arose,taking as much as is time to go
many wish to forbid this fellow when he shows
but birth is indeed in dept to death
so why wait as if unaware
get prepared and fit for death is real
when he comes will u be there, will you like to kiss with death.
black eyes, wild tears thus all you hear, no one wants to touch or dare.
soon, so soon we go to bed,wishing we all come out from there
but if you end up in that realm
remember another will join you there.....
©edemsam
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