Death, is something life will bring
It never discriminates,
Death will come for everything
As a messenger of fate.
Death, itself should not be feared
As we have no influence,
Death and life as one, are seared
It’s never been happenstance.
Death at times, can seem the choice
The one avenue to take,
Death comes with an angels’ voice
In a devils’ burning face,
This might well be the way
A suicidal teen sees,
Options lessened every day
Until nothing’s left of thee.
22/03/08 ADO

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