fluttering through the life
I fell in love with death
the end of life
the end of fear
death, my love
strong enough
to keep me alive
now that
the hope lies
on its deathbed
alive, but not kicking
counting its last breaths 
 

I’m fine and none of the happenings in my life inspired this poem. I thought of letting you all know this beforehand otherwise you guys might wonder why I’m writing gloomy stuff. 🙂

I only happened to dream about falling in love with death. Confused

 

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