Death

Every one fears death...
Death looks me in the face,
I don’t fear it.
I wait for death.
but it never comes,
people call me weird
but that’s because they fear death
I’m sitting here waiting for death
but it never comes
I sit here crying
waiting for my time
but it never comes
death will come
I hope it hurries up and comes.
I play with death until it beats me and I die.

By Katie Crossan
Published: 2/3/2005
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