Living, <br />Dieing, <br />Spreading, <br />Creating, <br />Fear of something, <br />Fear of living for no purpose, <br />But a bleak perspective of life, <br />To where as no one want’s to die, <br />To die a lonely death, <br />In a world where no one cares, <br />Your rotting corps stinks out the graveyard, <br />Because you’re shallow world, <br />Is nothing but your hell.<br /><br />Nicky Turner<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/death-137/
