Dark Fear

Dark Fear

A Poem by Crimson_Woad

Being proud of something is nothing to be proud of

Not what you carry, what trophies you win or who you love

For you have less of a blimp in this universe and this time

Your life can go quicker than a toss of the dime

Surviving doesn't make you better than the dead

One day you'll end up the same way, in the same bed

Drugs, guns, pools of blood, it doesn't matter how

Time is ticking slowly or fast, you're going to end up foul

Down your world is draining before your stable feet

There might be souls, there might be nothing there to meet

Once you are gone, you are gone forever, there is no going back

It's not like a video game, or if you had just got the sack

All the health products on the TV just postpones the end

You can be as fit as fiddle, yet death could be around the bend

So don't cry when things happen out of your control

Don't worry about religion or the concept of soul

Because you don't want to follow just what you hear

The people crying are just clouding their own dark fear

© 2014 Crimson_Woad


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Added on October 26, 2014
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Crimson_Woad
Crimson_Woad

Gympie, Queensland, Australia



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