Really bad poem
Feb 23, 2017 · 1 min read
Dying is terrifying
What happens when you run out of time?
I can never get the right sign
clocks tick by counting down death
I never want to take my last breath
As the little hand winds around
I am so afraid to end up in the ground
My time is not up quite yet
I still have so much I regret
I live as if it was my last
My fear of death has me harassed
I want to be anything but dead
I hope I don’t die when I’m a newlywed
When you die you feel nothing
I guess that is when your heart stops pumping
No more breathing, no more life,
Please do not stab me with your pocketknife
