Silent Death

Death sweeps through the night, Silently taking its victims, Im no stranger to death. Yet hes a stranger to me. Why does he have to come, and make us cry, as he takes us all one by one, until the day to die, He give no warning and they give no cry, death is everywhere, even here even tonight, waiting for the chance to strike. here he comes I should say goodbye in case he chooses me for tonght

poem by Michael Buchanan
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fate/rot/Thin Line/ Twisted

blood and hate
twisted fate
pull the trigger and prove my fate

roses die
peadels rot
you pushed me over
wiether you no it or not

crossed the line...
from wrong and right...
never thought it would end up the way it did last night
between sight and sence i lost control
and ended the life i enrolled

clean slate...
twisted fate...
blood and hate...
ready for the thousands of scars and thousands of hurts...
proving life will never work

poem by Michael Buchanan
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