Feed the reaperA Poem by reecelife, death
Whether it's from sleeping pills and a bottle of cheap wine.
Or from a loaded 12-guage took with a lethal dose of heroin. The tight squeeze from the noose. Or just off life's draining pulse. Death will meet us all sooner or later.
© 2016 reece |
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