My Death

your brothers and Father came for the sinners not the congregation they are kept separate ride today and know we both see beauty in you guys no matter what the spirits stir the shit and our Father does his best to keep all of us safe knowing we are loved for our very specific and unique qualities I believe I have been through hell with you no matter what...I recognize my sister of the dark kingdom as well... it's been torture but the Father says it's need be for us to understand him better he is making companion true brothers and sisters of us he understand a murderer and finds true beauty in them he confesses to me to relay to you he is the first serial killer when his breath vision and genius gave life to someone and they used the knowledge he showed them against their Father he had to place them in a dark place so pain could teach them to grow and understand him better I am here born to bridge the gap.

Dying or being dead sucks because your alone in this journey. Your poem captures those feelings perfectly. Dark and moving.

Appreciate you as always Keith

That's too sad!!
It's okay, I'll make sure to leave a flower to mark the plot.

Yes, concise,  but very strongly felt!
♡

That is very kind of you. Something purple would be nice.

Thanks for reading and I appreciate the feedback.

That’s sad…. I guess we will all be forgotten one day… for some that might take a few years, others maybe weeks.. at the end every living thing is just a memory

Lot of wisdom in this. Thanks for reading and commenting Sam.

Oh, this is different.  I appreciate dark pieces.  You covered this perfectly.  Most impressed that you do not force rhyme.  The poem flows naturally, the words in concert with thought and emotion.  

Thank you. Im glad you liked this piece.