Death

By Tear of Prometheus

We all are grudged to die one day alone
Rotting slowly down to bone
We will be buried - planted as seeds
And sprout again as existances┬┤ wheats

Pathetic but desperate we try
To leave that soil and fly
But our wings were cut
Our eyes sewn shut

Ripping out our fragile roots
Wrapping them in bloodstained boots

Blind and sick we trot alone
Feelings, hope - it all is gone
Afraid and drowned in a hazy fear

We rush to an end

That seems so far

Yet it is

So painfully near

But there is one thing left for us to do
To live our lives no matter who

We are!

Because we share the throne
Rotting slowly down to bone

We all are grudged to die one day alone

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Copyright 2015 Tear of Prometheus
Published on Monday, February 29, 2016.     Filed under: "Rage" and "Poetry"

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  • A former member wrote: Good work!

  • Jesse Guzman On Sunday, September 6, 2015, Jesse Guzman (40)By person wrote:

    Thanks for reminding me that I'm going to die one day and there's nothing I can do about it. Great write

  • Tear of Prometheus On Sunday, September 6, 2015, Tear of Prometheus (25)By person wrote:

    You´re welcome.

  • Angel Plant On Thursday, August 13, 2015, Angel Plant (20)By person wrote:

    I like this. Well done

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