Grim Reaper – The Diary of The Deranged Writer

Take III

To the ones begging to fade away from life,
A reminder: your death’s not scheduled early
Keep alive and focus on the smallest of lights
Every poor soul’s end shatters my dark heart

Take (Poetry Series): I, II, III

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Frown III

Frail bones, weaker muscles
Regret of chasing dreams
Old memories fading away
With the Reaper about to knock
Nearing the end, I will surrender

Frown (Poetry Series): I, II, III

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The Door I

I thought it was right to build a wall
Then keep my frustration and all
I forgot that I had many true friends
Who would listen to me ’til the end

I thought it was right to build a wall
Then wait for the Reaper to call
Shutting everyone out was a mistake
I realized too late what was at stake

I thought it was right to build a wall
The wall only led to friendships’ fall
I have made the kindest hearts sore
Now they forever locked the door

The Door (Poetry Series): I, II, III

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