Saturday, 15 March 2014

Death, the Hero!

I admire you,
Come over to embrace me.
I adore you,
Take me into your arms.
I beseech you,
Ferry me to your world of solitude.
Oh, death! You are the truest hero
I would ever want to be with.
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