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Death Will Find You
Death Will Find You
You inspired to be something more,
but death followed you.
You were beautiful,
you were something meaningful.
But, smiles hid the truth,
I bet you knew.
The day blackness clouded you.
Bullets rang over your head
You ran outside
horrified by life
but you survived.
For now . . .
You withdrew a little--
Continued on and pretended,
that life was normal.
You threw yourself back into what you knew.
You loved life again, maybe you grew inside the denial.
You let down your guard and smiled again.
Interviewed people and held within you,
your grief.
One day, you stepped outside your protection.
Fully let down your guard.
Let out a laugh and touched the people to either side.
Then the place that you felt safe inside went completely black.
The smile slowly faded, feeling the blood of the one sitting next to you.
You might of even known her.
They all dropped, some over their seats.
Lifeless beings, and you were reminded again.
But you never had a chance this time.
To reflect, to run, to have any emotion at all.
You just dropped, your blood draining quickly.
Your eyes remained open, to see the mask.
Death came.
Finally finding you.
Emotionless stare.
Emotionless looking back.
Death doesn't care about you at all.
Sadly . . .
It doesn't care about anyone.
It never has, it never will.
2012
You inspired to be something more,
but death followed you.
You were beautiful,
you were something meaningful.
But, smiles hid the truth,
I bet you knew.
The day blackness clouded you.
Bullets rang over your head
You ran outside
horrified by life
but you survived.
For now . . .
You withdrew a little--
Continued on and pretended,
that life was normal.
You threw yourself back into what you knew.
You loved life again, maybe you grew inside the denial.
You let down your guard and smiled again.
Interviewed people and held within you,
your grief.
One day, you stepped outside your protection.
Fully let down your guard.
Let out a laugh and touched the people to either side.
Then the place that you felt safe inside went completely black.
The smile slowly faded, feeling the blood of the one sitting next to you.
You might of even known her.
They all dropped, some over their seats.
Lifeless beings, and you were reminded again.
But you never had a chance this time.
To reflect, to run, to have any emotion at all.
You just dropped, your blood draining quickly.
Your eyes remained open, to see the mask.
Death came.
Finally finding you.
Emotionless stare.
Emotionless looking back.
Death doesn't care about you at all.
Sadly . . .
It doesn't care about anyone.
It never has, it never will.
2012
Published 1st Nov 2012
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1st Nov 2012 7:03pm
i find it strange who you mean by 'victim' but this is a fine tale, psychologically realistic. I found the ending lacking something. It seems a little moralising and I have a distaste for that
good work though
[edit] I'm also getting the oddest deja vu with this. becoming certain i've seen it before and had the exact same opinion of it ? wut
good work though
[edit] I'm also getting the oddest deja vu with this. becoming certain i've seen it before and had the exact same opinion of it ? wut
do you mean the last 2 sections? Did you? Where ?
thanks :)
another poem I published before explain the victim/ killer. One is about a serial killer, this is about a victim.
thanks :)
another poem I published before explain the victim/ killer. One is about a serial killer, this is about a victim.
