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(I write poems. Doesn't mean anything. Just that I'm creative.)

The world is falling,
on the floor I stay,
The ground collapsing,
life is going astray.

The world is dead,
fighting for small bread,
life is tough,
careful, or you'll die rough.

Life is failing me,
why can't you see,
darkness is over taking me,
my soul is falling free.

Death is next to me,
the noose is hung from the tree,
my life has come and past,
these words will be my last.

Why do I fear,
these things I hear,
lies of the past,
won't let me free.

Lies I have told,
seem to unfold,
my future becomes,
everything that has been said.

My life is the past,
going extremely fast,
the world is spinning,
death is winning.

My rush will never pass,
this will be my last,
the world is going fast,
so I'll end this without class.

The world is ending fast,
these words may be my last,
the floor is covered in blood,
my life is going past.

I'm hanging from the tree,
dead as can be,
shed no tears for me,
I am finally free.